Mississippi Chords by Afroman

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_ Please take me back home to Mississippi. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Please take me back home to Mississippi.
One, a two, a three, uh-uh, an afro!
Before South Central, Bomb Dell, Floss, Interstate, in a place called Palmer's Crossing,
Hattiesburg, Mississippi, smoking marijuana like a Woodstock hippie,
all my homies in LaRoe, Big Barro, buy my rap tape tomorrow,
tell DJ Park and keep it crunk and Clyde, request my tape when you go inside,
so I can take Jane and Kuro to Waynesboro, fuck her home girl, throw rope, make her toes
corrode, rock her waro, leave with her auntie Shero,
she sucks me, sucks me, sucks me, fucks me, fucks me,
cries every time I leave Biloxi, but I hop Cindy,
I gots to go, scoop another hoe, two for love,
hit it once, hit it twice, then I hit it again,
[Db] hit it in Meridian, make the bitch [C] rubber clit again,
kiss the nipples on her tit again, [G] suck my dick until she spit again.
[C] Please take me back home to Mississippi.
Kooky [N] let it, kooky let her hump back, hump back, afro, men's bomb, bump that.
Please take me back home to Mississippi.
From the Gulf to the coast, I'm doing the most,
grab your 40 ounce, let's toast, I sold rock cocaine [C] down in Ellisville,
bass heads hit the pipe, they can tell it's real,
kept my dope stash with this hoochie, [N] way down yonder in East Abuche,
cops be sweating out of town dog, sniffing my car with a hound dog,
separate me from my bitch and shit, trying to get my bitch to like snitching shit,
officer, I scope eco train, running one checks on the afro mane,
but I can't be no hip hop star, cuffed in the back of some police car,
did you find the guns?
[Bb] No!
Did you find the dope?
[F] No!
Open up the back [E] door, well son, you're free to go,
AFR, marijuana car, go, boss lock a chaw, blow, in a clean [C] low, blow.
Let's all get drunk [F] tonight, hope I don't fight with a punk tonight,
[C] get nervous as I swerve this Cadillac through Purvis,
hope I don't crash when I hit pedo, pedo, get my ass kicked in the white ghetto, ghetto,
prejudice police won't let me go, fuck the tint window, camouflage my [E] fro,
dumb now I'm dumber y'all, last summer y'all,
fucked all the little girls down in Summerall, got a phone call [Ab] from Nikki and June,
picking [C] some shrooms down in Picayune baby, just like a shovel, I'm truly digging,
all these women that [N] I'm meeting in Wiggins, on the boat, guffo,
I got my dick down some girl throat, I can't help it it's a trip baby,
I think you need to wipe your lip baby,
Hula, Abdulla, the whole house Rula, what's up to all the homies down in Pasadula,
small towns, small cities, but they still got big old asses plus titties,
is it a bird, is it a plane, it's the hungry hustler, _
fly through the air in my underwear,
land like a hawk in your derriere, I'm in control like Janet,
when I hear Jackson, always getting plenty panty action,
McClane, even McCone, tell the whole world Mississippi's your home,
yeah Zoo, Columbia and Natchez, I got the weed brother who got the matches,
who got the funky DJ that scratches, you pinned on me like my name was Patches,
it was a black thing just the big willies, now I roll fillies with all the hillbillies,
never ever thought I'd see the Ku Klux Klan buying front row seats for the Afro man,
confederate flag, tobacco in they mouth, it's a beautiful thing jumping off in the south,
Afro man, 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 mash ya like potatoes,
make your girlfriend holler and scream, while she cooking me some cornbread and collard greens,
please take me back home to Mississippi,
kook-a-lada, kook-a-lada, hump back, hump back, Afro man's bum bump back,
please take me back home to Mississippi,
I'm selting to the toast, I'm doing the most, grab your 40 ounce less toast, _ _ _
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_ love, _ _ _ peace, and Afro grease, I hit Greenville and rap up in one block east,
so absurd, up in Oxford, vision all blurred, speak jaw slurred,
the party's finna start for real, when I hit Starkville, here's the deal,
started at the dark horse, then I moved to Rick, posted up against the wall, taking flicks with Chis,
now days I get my lumber done, with this pretty young woman in Lumberton,
three wheel motion, through Moss Point, looked at this girl's ass, then I lost my joint,
cause I'm from Hattiesburg, and I roll on D's, you can call me a Hattiesburger with cheese,
Lux to Luxter, Hunnit Spuster, rapping everyday like I'm supposed to,
bottle after bottle, dog in my liver, blowing on the mic like the Mississippi River, _ _ _ _ _ _
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