yeah haha nappy roots
awwnaw
hook
awnaw hell naw boy
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 fortyeight 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
edubz was being a hustler hey man
always flirtin’ with all his customers and flat broke
nappy smokin’ blacks 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 through what we scared of but what was we afraid for
look at what we made of hard times done made us
being here is alright but must believe we want more
refrain
them country boys on the rise
with them big fat wheels on the side
peep them vertical grills on the ride
and awawwwawwwawwwww
repeat hook over this part
them country boys
with them big fat wheels
peep the vertical grills
and awwwwwwww
saanskinny deville
my yegga we hogwild bet that from that roota to that tootafile
hell naw them country boys ain’t headed south for six miles
kentucky mud them kinfolk twankies with them hundredspokes
skullied on that front po’ch plus you know they got ‘dro
seventynine coupe deville vertical caddy grill
interstate 65 headin’ down to cashville
glass filled to the tippytop backseat 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
4 r prophit
i might hop off the harley smoke mine like bob marley
block parties with shawties wallin’ like they swallowin’ bacardi
them butterskin prophit gutter like kin
understand you ’bout to lose ya life fuckin’ with them
refrain
them country boys on the rise
with them big fat wheels on the side
peep the vertical grills on the ride
and awawwwawwwawwwww
repeat hook over this part
them country boys
with them big fat wheels
peep the vertical grills
and awwwwwwww
refrain
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
them country boys on the rise
with them big fat wheels on the side
peep the vertical grills on the ride
and awawwwawwwawwwww
them country boys
with them big fat wheels
peep the vertical grills
and awwwwwwww
Artist: Nappy Roots
Year: 2002
Decade: 00s
Language: en
Word Count: 330