mississippi þarký sözü

(palmdale was like
the peak of my life
but palmdale over with, homeboy
i´m fittin´ to go home ´cause)
please take me back home
(you know what i´m sayin´?)
to mississippi
(i got my greyhound ticket
right here, man
i´m fittin´ to go back
and kick it with my family
´cause)
please take me back home
(take a couple pounds
of this weed)
to mississippi
(you shmell me, homeboy
yeah, take them fools
back to ´82, ´cause)
before south central palmdale
flossin´, i stayed in a place
called palmer´s crossing
hattiesburg, mississippi
smoking marijuana
like a woodstock hippy
all my homies in laurel
beg borrow, buy
my rap tape tomorrow
(bucoc)
tell dj pumpkin
"keep it crunckin´ clyde"
request my tape
when you go inside
so i can take jane
and girl to waynesboro
f--- their little homegirl
make her toes curl
rock their world
leave with their auntie sheryl
she sucks me sucks me
f---s me f---s me
cries every time
i leave biloxi
but i hops in the coup,
´cause i gots to
go scoop another ho
from tupelo
hit it once, hit it twice
then i hit it again
hit it in meridian
make that b----
rub her clit again
pinch the nipples
on her tit again
suck my d-ck
until she spit again
bucoc
please take me back home,
(hell yeah)
to mississippi
crooked letter
crooked letter
hump-back
hump-back
afroman´s the bomb
bump that
please take me back home
(hell yeah)
to mississippi
from the delta
to the coast
i´m doin´ the most
grab your 40oz
let´s toast
i sold rock cocaine
down in ellisville baseheads
hit the pipe
they can tell it´s real
kept my dope
stashed with this hootchie
way down yonder
in east bouche
cops be sweatin´
outta town dog
sweatin´ my car
with a hound dog
separate me from
my b---- and sh-t
tryin´ to get my b----
to f---in´ snitch and sh-t
officer roscoe p coltrane
running warrant checks
on the afroman
but i can´t be no hip hop star
cuffed in the back
of some police car
did you find the gun?
no
did you find the dope?
no
open up the back door
"well, son, you´re free to go"
a-f-r-o marijuana cargo
___
c´mon
let´s all get drunk tonight
i hope i don´t fight
with a punk tonight
get nervous
as i swerve this
cadillac through purvis
hope i don´t crash
when i hit petal
get my as- kicked
in the white ghetto
prejudice police
won´t let me go
so i´ma drive slow
hide my ´fro
i was dumb
bow i´m dumber
y´all, last summer, y´all,
i f---ed all the little girls
down in sumrall
grabbed my guitar
and started pickin´
a tune for nikki and june
down in picayune, baby
just like a shovel
i be diggin´ all
the pretty young women
in wiggins
on the boat, gulfport
i got my d-ck down
some girl´s throat
(bucoc)
i can´t help it
i´m a crip, baby
i think you need to
wipe your lip, baby
hula, hula, hula
the whole house ruler
what´s up with
all the b----es
down in pascagoula?
small towns, small cities
but they still got
big ol´ as-es plus titties
is it a bird?
is it a plane?
it´s the hungry hustler, afroman
flying through the air
in my underwear
geri curl activator in my hair
i´m in control like janet
when i hit jackson
always getting plenty panty action
mcclaine
even mccomb
tell the whole world
mississippi´s your home
yazoo, columbia and natchez
i got the weed brother
who got the matches?
(i do)
who got the funky dj
that scratches?
(i do)
depend on me like
my name was patches
first it was a black thing
just the big willies
now i roll phillies
with all the hillbillies
never ever thought
i´d see the klu klux klan
buying front row seats
for the afroman
confederate flags
tobacco in their mouth
it´s a beautiful thing
jumpin´ off in the south
afroman, i´m a part of it
hattiesburg hip hop
i´m the start of it
i´m the latest
i´m the greatest
and all you haters
i´ll mash you like potatoes
i´ll make your girlfriend
holler and scream
then cook me
some cornbread
and collard greens
bucoc

please take me back home
(hell, yeah)
to mississippi
crooked letter
crooked letter
hump-back
hump-back
afroman´s the bomb
bump that
please take me back home
(hell yeah)
to mississippi
from the delta
to the coast
i´m doin´ the most
grab your 40oz
let´s toast

982, ´83, ´84
erin, broste
carlos, and tonto
tryin´ to break dance
in my b-boy stance
micheal jackson glove
parachute pants
calvin gary
garnett jones g-dog
´cause, i don´t believe
we´re grown
but hey, g-dog
you and me´ll see dog
whatever happens
´cause, it´s you and me dog
or should i say loc
(loc)
´cuse you my folk (folk)
so let´s take a toke (toke)
till we croak (croak)
i´m a locster locster
honey spokester
drinking everyday like
i´m supposed to
bottle after bottle
dog, in my lip-a
flowing on the mic
like the mississippi river

please take me back home
(hell, yeah)
to mississippi
crooked letter
crooked letter
hump-back
hump-back
afroman´s the bomb
bump that
please take me back home
(get on down)
to mississippi
from the coast
to the delta
afro, we felt ya
boy you´re so cold
the sun can´t melt ya

please take me back home
(yee-ha)
to mississippi
crooked letter
crooked letter
hump-back
hump-back
afroman´s the bomb
bump that
please take me back home
(get on down)
to mississippi
from the coast
to the delta
afro, we felt ya
boy you´re so cold
the sun can´t melt ya
please take me back home
(we outta here)
to mississippi