when its cheaper to pay shipping than to drive and get anything that wal-mart doesn't have, or you have been to every place afroman bumps in mississippi[Edited on January 8, 2009 at 5:55 PM. Reason : or know that muscle shoals, AL is a real place]
1/8/2009 5:54:57 PM
what?
1/8/2009 5:57:30 PM
exactlyHattiesburg, Laurel, Waynesboro, Biloxi, Tupelo, Meridian, Ellisville, East Bouche, Purvis, Sumral, Picayune, Wiggins, Gulfport, Pascagoula, (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 tomorrowTell 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[Edited on January 8, 2009 at 6:04 PM. Reason : honestly, it's all bumfuck]
1/8/2009 5:58:46 PM
In my experience pretty much every town in Mississippi can be classified as the "bumfuck."
1/8/2009 6:05:14 PM
don't forget southwest tn and northwest al
1/8/2009 6:06:31 PM
maybe you should trade the truck in on a civic
1/8/2009 6:06:45 PM
those aren't legal down here
1/8/2009 6:07:17 PM
would they frown upon a straight man driving a Miata in them parts?
1/8/2009 6:12:58 PM
I think they'd frown on a gay man driving one more
1/8/2009 6:15:13 PM