Mississippi
Afroman Lyrics


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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-are-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 the latest
I'm the greatest
And all you haters, I'll mash you like potatoes
I'll make your girlfriend holler and scream
Then cook me some cornbread and collard greens

[Chorus]

1982, '83, '84
Erin, Broste, Carlos, and Tonto
Tryin to break dance in my be -Boy stance
Micheal Jackson glove, parachute pants
Calvin Gary, Garnett Jones
G-dog 'cause, I don't believe we grown
But hey G-dog, you and me'll see dog
Whatever happens 'cause, it's you and me dog
Or should I say loc
Cause you my folk
So let's take a toke
Till we croak
I'm a locsta locsta
Hundred spokesta
Drinking everyday like I'm supposed to
Bottle after bottle dog in my lip-a
Flowing on the mic like the Mississippi river





[Chorus - 2X]

Overall Meaning

In Afroman's song "Mississippi," the rapper narrates his desire to go back home to Mississippi from California. He reminisces about his time growing up in Palmer's Crossing, Hattiesburg, smoking weed with his friends in Laurel and selling rock cocaine in Ellisville. The song takes us on a journey through different towns in Mississippi, including Waynesboro, Meridian, Gulfport, and Picayune, where Afroman has had sexual encounters with several young women he names in the lyrics. He talks about being pulled over by the police, racial prejudices, and his experiences with the Klu Klux Klan, which he describes as an unexpected fan base for his music. Afroman concludes the song by reminiscing about his dancing days in the 1980s and ends the song on a hopeful note that he and his friend will always be there for each other until they "croak."


"Mississippi" is one of Afroman's many storytelling rap songs that his followers cherish. Many listeners appreciate his tongue-in-cheek humor and entertaining anecdotes about his life. The song provides a glimpse into Afroman's experiences growing up in Mississippi and navigating the ups and downs of life as a young black man in America. The storytelling is also a form of social commentary and an outlet for addressing issues of race, discrimination, and police brutality that are still prevalent today.


Line by Line Meaning

Palmdale was like the peak of my life
I felt like Palmdale was the high point of my life.


But Palmdale over with homeboy
But I'm done with Palmdale and I want to go back home.


I'm fittin to go home cuz
I really want to go back to Mississippi.


Please take me back home
I'm asking to be taken home to Mississippi.


I got my Greyhound ticket right here man
I already have my ticket to Mississippi.


Smokin marijuana like a Woodstock hippy
I was smoking weed like the hippies at Woodstock.


Beg borrow Buy my rap tape tomorrow
Please listen to and buy my rap tape.


Request my tape when you go inside
Ask the DJ to play my tape when you go in.


So I can take Jane and girl To Waynesboro
So I can go to Waynesboro with some girls named Jane.


Fuck their little homegirl
I slept with their younger sister.


Make her toes curl Rock their world
I made her feel really good.


Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
I really want to go back home to Mississippi.


Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Reference to the spelling of Mississippi.


Afroman's the bomb, bump that
My music is really good, turn it up.


Get nervous As I swerve this Cadillac through Purvis
I'm driving through Purvis and getting anxious.


Depend on me like my name was patches
People can rely on me.


Confederate flags tobacco in their mouth
People in the South are proud of their Confederate heritage.


Afroman, I'm a part of it
I'm part of the Mississippi music scene.


I'm a locsta locsta Hundred spokesta
I'm a gangster with a fancy car.


Flowing on the mic like the Mississippi river
I'm rapping effortlessly like the Mississippi River flows.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JOSEPH FOREMAN

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@fredrickshorten5466

Anybody listening to this in 2020/21 is a real o.g.

@playamadedee3296

On God

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2020

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@pulpfriction952

One of my favorites. Much crawfish, beer, and joints were consumed while listening to this song. 3 Doors down is also from Mississippi. So is Oprah, Elvis, and Britney Spears.

@jadeb44

britney spears is from Louisiana lmao

@mississippirougarou

@@jadeb44 ,
I didn't realize that McComb, Mississippi was actually in Louisiana.

@johnb5057

3 doors down suck shit

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