Текст песни Afroman - Mississippi
Afroman - Mississippi слова песни
(Afroman talking)(Palmdale was like the peak of my lifeBut Palmdale over with homeboyI`m fittin to go home cuz)Please take me back home (you know what I`m sayin)To Mississippi(I got my Greyhound ticket right here manI`m fittin to go back and kick it with my family cuz)Please take me back home (take a couple pounds of this weed)To Mississippi(You shmell me homeboyYeah, take them fools back to `82 cuz)Before South Central, Palmdale flossinI stayed in a place called Palmer`s CrossingHattiesburg, MississippiSmokin marijuana like a Woodstock hippyAll my homies in LaurelBeg borrowBuy my rap tape tomorrow Tell DJ Pumpkin “Keep it crunckin Clyde”Request my tape when you go insideSo I can take Jane and girlTo WaynesboroFuck their little homegirlMake her toes curlRock their worldLeave with their Auntie SherylShe sucks me sucks meFucks me fucks meCries every time I leave BiloxiBut I hops in the CoupCause I gots to goScoop another hoFrom TupeloHit it once hit it twice, then I hit it againHit it in MeridianMake that bitch rub her clit againPinch the nipples on her tit againSuck my dick until she spit again[Chorus]Please take me back home (Hell yeah)To MississippiCrooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-backAfroman`s the bomb, bump thatPlease take me back home (Hell yeah)To MississippiFrom the delta to the coastI`m doin the mostGrab your 40 ounce, let`s toast.I sold rock cocaine down in EllisvilleBaseheads hit the pipe, they can tell it`s realKept my dope stashed with this hoochieWay down yonder in East BoucheCops be sweatin outta town dogSniffin my car with a hound dogSeparate me from my bitch and shitTryin to get my bitch to fuckin snitch and shitOfficer Roscoe P. ColtraneRunnin warrant checks on the AfromanBut I can`t be no hip hop starCuffed in the back of some police carDid 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 cargoFlossed like a cholowIn a clean low glowCome on let`s all get drunk tonightI hope I don`t fight with a punk tonightGet nervousAs I swerve thisCadillac through PurvisHope I don`t crash when I hit PetalGet my ass kicked in the white ghettoPrejudice police won`t let me goSo I`ma drive slowHide my froI was dumb, now I`m dumber y`alllast summer y`allI fucked all the little girls down in SumrallGrabbed my guitar and started pickin a tuneFor Nikki and JuneDown in Picayune, babyJust like a shovel I be digginAll the pretty young women in WigginsOn the boatGulfportI got my dick down some girl`s throatI can`t help it I`m a Crip babyI think you need to wipe your lip babyHula Hula HulaThe whole house rulerWhat`s up with all the bitches down in PascagoulaSmall towns, small citiesBut they still got big ole asses plus tittiesIs it a bird? Is it a plane?It`s the hungry hustler AfromanFlyin through the air in my underwearGeri curl activator in my hairI`m in control like Janet when I hit JacksonAlways gettin plenty panty actionMcClaine, even McCombTell the whole world Mississippi`s your homeYazoo, Columbia and NatchezI got the weed brother, who got the matches?Who got the funky DJ that scratches?Depend on me like my name was patchesFirst it was a black thing, just the big WilliesNow I roll PhilliesWith all the HillbilliesNever ever thought I`d see the Klu Klux KlanBuying front row seats for the AfromanConfederate flags tobacco in their mouthIt`s a beautiful thing jumpin off in the SouthAfroman, I`m a part of itHattiesburg hip hop I`m the start of itI`m the latestI`m the greatestAnd all you haters, I`ll mash you like potatoesI`ll make your girlfriend holler and screamThen cook me some cornbread and collard greens[Chorus]1982, `83, `84Erin, Broste, Carlos, and TontoTryin to break dance in my B-Boy stanceMicheal Jackson glove, parachute pantsCalvin Gary, Garnett JonesG-dog cuz, I don`t believe we grownBut hey G-dog, you and me`ll see dogWhatever happens cuz, it`s you and me dogOr should I say locCause you my folkSo let`s take a tokeTill we croakI`m a locsta locstaHundred spokestaDrinking everyday like I`m supposed toBottle after bottle dog in my lip-aFlowing on the mic like the Mississippi river[Chorus - 2X]