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Yeah, haha Nappy Roots
Awwnaw!
[Hook]
Awnaw! Hell naw! Man
Y'all done up and done it
Awnaw! Hell naw! Boy
Y'all done up and done it
Awnaw! Hell naw! Boy
Y'all done up and done it
Ah, y'all done up and done it
Man y'all done up and done it
[Fish Scales]
My first song was like forty-eight bars with no
hook
You hear me flippin thru my pages out my favorite
notebook
The microphone was in the closet (What?) No
headphones, we lost it
Niggas scared to get some water, roaches hangin
over the faucets
No AC, Tez'll break a sweat just tryin to make
beats
E-Double's been the hustler,
all play with all his customers, and flat broke,
Nappy smokin grass out on the back po'ch
I'm thinkin I got everything a country boy could
ask for
[Big V]
Now what we do to get here? (Say dat boy!!)
Lay it down and bring it to ya raw (Say dat boy!!)
Hey now we hurt some, suffered for more, takes
what we work for
Hated for for the cussin, but the hatred it made
us cuss more
Held on, but it was hard - stepped up, took charge
Ran thru what we scared up, but what was we afraid
for?
Look what we made of, heart that what made us
Being here is alright, but MUST believe we won't
fall!
Them country boys on the ride!
With them big fat wheels on the side!
Peep the vertical grills on the ride!
And aw-awww-awww-awwwww!
{Repeat Hook over this part}
Them country boys
With them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical grills
And awwwwwwww!
[Saan]
My llel gon' be hogwild,
bet that from that roota to that toota-file
Hell naw, them country boys ain't headed south for
six miles
Kentucky mah, them kinfolk, twankies with them
hundred-spokes
Skullied on that front po'ch, cuz you know they
got 'dro
Seventy-nine coupe DeVille purdy cal patty grill
Interstate 65 headin down to Cashfield
Glass filled, to the tippy-top, back-seat Benz
Spent my last cent on the rent, left with pocket
lints
A damn shame, gotta grind anythang and everythang
Jimmy Crack Corn, cross the county line with Mary
Jane
A long time, a gravel road, to cash and fame and
sold my soul
To Hell and back, and back and forth, with same
jeans and nappy 'fro
[R Prophit]
I might, hop off the Harley, spoke mine like Bob
Marley
Not parties with charties, wallin like they
swallowin Bacardi
Them butter-skin, probably gutted like kin
Understand you 'bout to lose ya life fuckin with
Deion
Them country boys on the ride!
With them big fat wheels on the side!
Peep the vertical grills on the ride!
And aw-awww-awww-awwwww!
{Repeat Hook over this part}
Them country boys
With them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical grills
And awwwwwwww!
Them country boys
With them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical grills
And awwwwwwww!
[Repeat]
Them country boys on the ride!
With them big fat wheels on the side!
Peep the vertical grills on the ride!
And aw-awww-awww-awwwww!
Them country boys
With them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical grills
And awwwwwwww!
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