Mississippi Chords by Afroman

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_ _ _ Please take me back home to Mississippi.
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_ [C] _ _ _ _ Please take me back home to Mississippi.
One, a two, a three, a afro!
Before South Central, Bomb Dell, Fawcett, and stayed in a place called Palmer's Crossing,
_ [Bb] Hattiesburg, Mississippi, smoking marijuana like a Woodstock hippie.
All [C] my homies in LaRoe, Meg, Barro, buy my rap tape tomorrow.
Tell DJ Punk and keep it crunk and Clyde, request my tape, need you go inside.
So I can take Jane and Carro to Waynesboro, her home, Garo, Thoro, make her toes corro,
rock her waro, leave with her auntie Shero.
She sucks me, sucks me, fucks me, fucks me, cries every time I leave Biloxi, but I hop Cinecoop.
I gots to go scoop another ho, two for love.
Hit it once, hit it twice, then I hit it [B] again, hit it in Meridian.
Make the bitch rubber clit again, get the nipples on her tit again, suck my dick until she spit again.
_ Please take me back home to Mississippi.
Crooked letter, crooked letter, hump back, hump back, Afro man's the 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 less toast.
I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville.
Bassheads hit the pipe, they can tell it's real.
Kept my dope stash with this hoochie, way down yonder in East Abuchi.
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 Roscoe Biko train, running one checks on Afro man.
But I can't be no hip hop star, cuffed in the back of some police car.
Did you find the guns?
No!
[Bb] Did you find the dope?
No!
[C] Open up the back [A] door.
Well son, you're free to go.
[A] AFR, marijuana car, boss like a chode, [N] in a clean load.
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.
[C] Hope I don't crash when I hit pedo.
Get my ass kicked in the white ghetto.
Prejudiced police won't let me go.
Pump the tint window, camouflage my fro.
Dumb now I'm dumber y'all, last summer y'all.
Fuck all the little girls down in Summerall.
Got a phone call [Ab] from Nikki and June.
Picking some shrooms [C] down in Picayune baby.
Just like a shovel, [Eb] I'm truly digging.
[C] All these women that I'm meeting in Wiggins.
On the boat, guff boat.
I got my dick down some girl throat.
I can't help it, it's a trip [E] baby.
I think you [E] need to wipe your lip baby.
[C] Hula, Abdulla, the whole house rulla.
What's up to all the homies down in Pasadula.
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.
_ Flying through the air in my [B] underwear.
[C] Laying like a hawk in your derriere.
I'm in control like Janet when I hear Jackson.
Always getting plenty panty action.
McClain, [F] even McCone.
[B] Tell the whole world Mississippi's your [C] 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.
Confetti reflect 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.
Watch her cooking me some cornbread and collard greens.
Please take me back home to Mississippi.
Kooky letter, kooky letter, humpback, humpback.
Afro man's bum, bum, back.
Please take me back home _ to Mississippi.
From the shelter to the coast, I'm doing the most.
Crackin' 40 ounce, [E] let's 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, speech all 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 Chicks.
Nowadays 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.
Luxter, Luxter, Hunnit Spuster.
Rapping everyday like I'm supposed to.
Bottle after bottle, dog in my [B] liver.
Blowing on the mic like the [N] Mississippi River. _ _ _ _ _
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