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  • Текст песни Afroman - Mississippi

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    (Afroman talking)
    (Palmdale was like the peak of my life
    But Palmdale over with homeboy
    I'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 man
    I'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 homeboy
    Yeah, take them fools back to '82 cuz)

    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 crunckin Clyde ?
    Request my tape when you go inside
    So I can take Jane and girl
    To Waynesboro
    Fuck their little homegirl
    Make her toes curl
    Rock their world
    Leave with their Auntie Sheryl
    She sucks me sucks me
    Fucks me fucks 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 bitch rub her clit again
    Pinch the nipples on her tit again
    Suck my dick until she spit again

    [Chorus]
    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 40 ounce, 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 hoochie
    Way down yonder in East Bouche
    Cops be sweatin outta town dog
    Sniffin my car with a hound dog
    Separate me from my bitch and shit
    Tryin to get my bitch to fuckin snitch and shit
    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
    Come on 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 ass kicked in the white ghetto
    Prejudice police won't let me go
    So I'ma drive slow
    Hide my fro
    I was dumb, now I'm dumber y'all
    last summer y'all
    I fucked 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 dick down some girl's throat
    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 bitches down in Pascagoula
    Small towns, small cities
    But they still got big ole asses plus titties
    Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
    It's the hungry hustler Afroman
    Flyin through the air in my underwear
    Geri curl activator in my hair
    I'm in control like Janet when I hit Jackson
    Always gettin 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?
    Who got the funky DJ that scratches?
    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 th

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