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アーティスト:Afroman  アルバム:Because I Got High 

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(Palmdale was like the peak of my life, but Palmdale over with, homeboy. I'm fittin' to go home 'cause.) 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, 'cause.) 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, 'cause.) Before South Central Palmdale flossin', I stayed in a place called Palmer's Crossing. Hattiesburg, Mississippi, smoking marijuana like a Woodstock hippy. All my homies in Laurel, 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, f**k their little homegirl, make her toes curl, rock their world, leave with their Auntie Sheryl. She sucks me sucks me, f**ks me f**ks 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. 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 f**kin' 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 dope? NO! 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 f**ked 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!)


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