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Please take me back home to Mississippi
Please take me back home to Mississippi
One, two, three, A-Afro
Before South Central, Palmdale flossin'
I stayed in a place called Palmer's Crossing
Hattiesburg, Mississippi
Smokin' marijuana like a Woodstock hippy
All my homies in Laurel
Beg, borrow, buy my rap tape tomorrow
Tell DJ Pumpkin', keep it crunk an' Clyde
Request my tape when you go inside
So I can take Jane and girl to Waynesboro
F- her homegirl thorough, make her toes curl
Rock her world, leave with their Auntie Sheryl
She- every time I leave Biloxi
But I hops in the coup, 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- again
Pinch the N- on her t- again
My dick until she spit again
Please take me back home to Mississippi (come on y'all)
Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump-back, hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home to Mississippi (get on down)
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin' the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast
I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville
Baseheads hit the pipe, they could tell it's real
Kept my dope stashed with this hoochie
Way down yonder in Eastabuchie
Cops be sweatin' outta town dog
Sniffin' my car with a hound dog
Separate me from my b- and s-
Tryin' to get my b- to lie, snitch and s-
Officer Roscoe P. Coltrane
Runnin' 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
Flossed like a cholow in a clean low glow
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 Pedal
Get my a- kicked in the white ghetto
Prejudice police won't let me go
Hope the tint window camouflage my 'fro
Dumb now, dumber y'all
Last summer y'all, I f- all the little girls down in Sumrall
Got a phone call from Nikki and June
Pickin' some shrooms down in Picayune, baby
Just like a shovel I'm truly diggin
All these women that I meet in Wiggins
On the boat, Gulfport
I got my d- down some girl's throat
I can't help it, it's a trip baby
I think you need to wipe your lip baby
Hula hula hula, the whole house ruler
What's up with all the homies down in Pascagoula
Small towns, small cities
But they still got big ol' a- plus t-
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
It's the hungry hustler Afroman
Flyin' through the air in my underwear
Land like a hawk
I'm in control like Janet when I hit Jackson
Always gettin' plenty panty action
McClain, even McComb
Tell the whole world Mississippi's your home
Yazoo, Columbia and Natchez
I got the weed, brother, who got the matches?
Who got the funky DJ that scratches?
Depend on me like my name was Patches
It was a black thing, just the big Willies
Now I roll Phillies with all the hillbillies
Never ever thought I'd see the Ku 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
Mississippi 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
Make your girlfriend holler and scream
Watching cooking me some cornbread and collard greens
Please take me back home to Mississippi
Please take me back home to Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin' the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast
Bottle after bottle, dog in my lip-a
Flowin' on the mic like the Mississippi river
