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(Palmdale was like the peak of my life, but Palmdale over with, homeboy. I'm fittin' to go home cuz.) |
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Please take me back home, (You know what I'm sayin'?) to Mississippi. |
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(I got my Greyhound ticket right here, man. I'm fittin' to go back and kick it with my family, cuz.) |
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Please take me back home, (take a couple pounds of this *******) to Mississippi. |
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(You shmell me, homeboy. Yeah, take them fools back to '82, cuz.) |
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Before South Central Palmdale flossin', I stayed in a place called Palmer's Crossing. |
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Hattie*******urg, Mississippi, smoking marijuana like a Woodstock hippy. |
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All my homies in Laurel, beg borrow, buy my rap tape tomorrow. (Bucccoc!) |
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Tell DJ Pumpkin Keep it crunckin' Clyde. Request my tape when you go inside |
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So I can take Jane and girl to Wayne*******oro, ******* their little homegirl, |
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make her toes curl, rock their world, leave with their Auntie Sheryl. |
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She sucks me sucks me, ******* me ******* me, cries every time I leave Biloxi |
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But I hops in the Coup, 'cause I gots to go scoop another ho from Tupelo |
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Hit it once, hit it twice, then I hit it again. |
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Hit it in Meridian, make that ******* rub her ****** again, |
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pinch the nipples on her tit again, suck my ******* until she spit again. BUCCCOC! |
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Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to Mississippi. |
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Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that! |
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Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to Mississippi. |
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From the delta to the coast, I'm doin' the most, grab your 40oz. Let's toast. |
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I sold rock ******* down in Ellisville. Baseheads hit the pipe, they can tell it's real. |
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Kept my ****** stashed with this hootchie, way down yonder in East Bouche. |
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Cops be sweatin' outa town, dog. Sweatin' my car with a hound dog. |
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Separate me from my ******* and *******t, tryin' to get my ******* to ******' snitch and *******t. |
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Officer Roscoe P. Coltrane running warrant checks on the Afroman |
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But I can't be no hip hop star cuffed in the back of some police car. |
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Did you find the gun? NO! |
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Did you find the ******? NO! |
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Open up the back door. Well, son, you're free to go. |
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A-F-R-O marijuana cargo, __ |
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C'mon, Let's all get drunk tonight. I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight. |
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Get nervous, as I swerve this Cadillac through Purvis. |
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Hope I don't crash when I hit Petal, get my ass kicked in the white ghetto. |
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Prejudice police won't let me go, so I'ma drive slow, hide my 'fro. |
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I was dumb, now I'm dumber, y'all, last summer, y'all, |
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I ****** all the little girls down in Sumrall. |
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Grabbed my guitar and started pickin' a tune for Nikki and June down in Picayune, baby! |
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Just like a shovel I be diggin' all the pretty young women in Wiggins. |
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On the boat, Gulfport, I got my ******* down some girl's throat. (BUCCCCOC!) |
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I can't help it, I'm a Crip, baby. I think you need to wipe your lip, baby. |
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Hula Hula Hula, the whole house ruler. What's up with all the ******* down in Pascagoula? |
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Small towns, small cities, but they still got big ol' asses plus *******. |
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Is it a bird? Is it a plane? It's the hungry hustler, Afroman |
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Flying through the air in my underwear, Geri curl activator in my hair. |
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I'm in control like Janet, when I hit Jackson. Always getting plenty panty action. |
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McClaine. Even McComb. Tell the whole world Mississippi's your home. |
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Yazoo, Columbia and Natchez. I got the ******* brother, who got the matches? (I do.) |
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Who got the funky DJ that scratches? (I do.) Depend on me like my name was patches. |
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First it was a black thing, just the big Willies. Now I roll Phillies with all the Hillbillies. |
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Never ever thought I'd see the Klu Klux Klan buying front row seats for the Afroman |
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Confederate flags tobacco in their mouth. It's a beautiful thing jumpin' off in the South. |
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Afroman, I'm a part of it. Hattie*******urg hip hop, I'm the start of it. |
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I'm the latest. I'm the greatest, and all you haters, I'll mash you like potatoes. |
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I'll make your girlfriend holler and scream, then cook me some cornbread and collard greens. |
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BUCCCOC! |
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Please take me back home, (Hell, yeah!) to Mississippi. |
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Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that! |
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Please take me back home, (Hell yeah!) to Mississippi. |
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From the delta to the coast, I'm doin' the most, grab your 40oz. Let's toast. |
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!982, '83, '84 Erin, Broste, Carlos, and Tonto. |
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Tryin' to break dance in my B-Boy stance, Micheal Jackson glove, parachute pants. |
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Calvin Gary, Garnett Jones. G-dog, cuz, I don't believe we're grown. |
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But hey, G-dog, you and me'll see dog. Whatever happens, cuz, it's you and me dog. |
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Or should I say loc, (loc) cause you my folk (folk) so let's take a toke (toke) till we croak (croak). |
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I'm a locster locster, honey spokester, drinking everyday like I'm supposed to. |
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Bottle after bottle, dog, in my lip-a, flowing on the mic like the Mississippi river. |
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Please take me back home, (Hell, yeah!) to Mississippi. |
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Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that! |
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Please take me back home, (Get on down!) to Mississippi. |
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From the coast to the delta, Afro, we felt ya. Boy you're so cold the sun can't melt ya. |
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Please take me back home, (Yeee-ha!) to Mississippi. |
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Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back, Afroman's the bomb, bump that! |
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Please take me back home, (Get on down!) to Mississippi. |
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From the coast to the delta, Afro, we felt ya. Boy you're so cold the sun can't melt ya. |
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Please take me back home, (We outta here.) to Mississippi. |
