Afroman Lyrics
Afroman Lyrics
"Missisippi Lyrics"
O.K. Lyrics
Baby calm down. Baby come back down to the ground. Let me hold you; Let me hold this moment a spell. I can tell That there's really not a lot of options open For another kind of aftermath. You're hoping that there's something else that you can do to Make it come true, Make it perfect, Make it O.K.. Light the marquees. Santa Anas twist through the trees. And while the line swings, Putting all your light things with his. Trouble is That
Baby calm down. Baby come back down to the ground. Let me hold you; Let me hold this moment a spell. I can tell That there's really not a lot of options open For another kind of aftermath. You're hoping that there's something else that you can do to Make it come true, Make it perfect, Make it O.K.. Light the marquees. Santa Anas twist through the trees. And while the line swings, Putting all your light things with his. Trouble is That
(Palmdale was like the peak of my life, but New Berlin over with, homeboy. I'm fittin' to go home cuz.)
Please take me back home, (You know what I'm sayin'?) to NB.
(I got my Greyhound ticket right here, man. All my niggas in New Berlin are goin to go kick it 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.
New Berlin, Wisconsin, smoking marijuana like a Woodstock hippy.
All my homies in NB, beg borrow, buy my rap tape tomorrow. (Bucccoc!)
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
HIT THE NORTH, V1 Lyrics
Hit the North My Cat says eeeee-ack Hit the North 95% of [hayseeds or corn-pone], guaranteed [1] Computers infest the hotels Cops can't catch criminals But what the heck, they're not too bad, they talk to God [2] Religioussssss Hit the North Manacled to the city, manacled to the city All estate agents alive yell down nights in hysterical breath There's no lights so pretty Those big big big wide streets Those useless MPs Savages... Hit the North (Ma
ho from Tupelo Hit the North My Cat says eeeee-ack Hit the North 95% of [hayseeds or corn-pone], guaranteed [1] Computers infest the hotels Cops can't catch criminals But what the heck, they're not too bad, they talk to God [2] Religioussssss Hit the North Manacled to the city, manacled to the city All estate agents alive yell down nights in hysterical breath There's no lights so pretty Those big big big wide streets Those useless MPs Savages... Hit the North (Ma
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. BUCCCOC!
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 40oz. 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 hootchie, way down yonder in East Bouche.
Cops be sweatin' outa town, dog. Sweatin' 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 running 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 do
Cryin' Lyrics
You like to play with me you drive me wild you hurt me really deep and I don't know why It seems to me that I'm a long long way from home I went too far on the road to nowhere It's you and me in a living nightmare I gave up everything just to stay close to your heart You make me haul like the wind I don't know how you got under my skin Crying, shake it up If I cry like a baby Does it do it for you Crying, ain't enough If I cry till fo
pe? NO! You like to play with me you drive me wild you hurt me really deep and I don't know why It seems to me that I'm a long long way from home I went too far on the road to nowhere It's you and me in a living nightmare I gave up everything just to stay close to your heart You make me haul like the wind I don't know how you got under my skin Crying, shake it up If I cry like a baby Does it do it for you Crying, ain't enough If I cry till fo
Open up the back door. “Well, son, you're free to go.”
A-F-R-O marijuana cargo, _________________
C'mon, 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. (BUCCCCOC!)
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 ol' asses plus titties.
Is it a
Chapter 2: In The Wilderness... No One Can Hear You Scream Lyrics
[Often in the process of electing political officials, the voices and ideas of candidates other than those offered by the two major political parties, fall upon deaf ears. This creates a streamlining of the views held by political hopefuls, forcing them to conform to the standard beliefs and ethical systems that are already in practice. Unfortunately, this also brings into being a situation that leaves the average American citizen with a fortuitously basic choice, conservative or liberal (example
bird? Is it a plane? It's the hungry hustler, Afroman [Often in the process of electing political officials, the voices and ideas of candidates other than those offered by the two major political parties, fall upon deaf ears. This creates a streamlining of the views held by political hopefuls, forcing them to conform to the standard beliefs and ethical systems that are already in practice. Unfortunately, this also brings into being a situation that leaves the average American citizen with a fortuitously basic choice, conservative or liberal (example
Flying through the air in my underwear, Geri curl activator in my hair.
I'm in control like Janet, when I hit Jackson. Always getting 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? (I do.)
Who got the funky DJ that scratches? (I do.) 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.
BUCCCOC!