Lyrics Nappy Roots B Stille Aww Naw Not Again
Awnaw (Remix)
Nappy Roots
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Yo, yeah, this is the Rocafella remix Killer-Cam, Nappy Roots, y'all ready? Awnaw! Hell naw! Boy Yous done up and washed it Awnaw! Hell naw! Boy You washed up and done information technology Awnaw! Hell naw! Boy Yous done upwardly and done it Ah, you lot done upwards and done it Man y'all done up and done it [Fish Scales] My first vocal was like forty-eight confined with no hooks Yous hear me flippin thru my pages out my favorite notebooks The microphone was in the closet, no headphones, we lost it Niggas scared to get some h2o, roaches hangin over the faucets No AC, Tez'll break a sweat just tryin to make beats Eastward-Dubz was existence a hustler e'er flirtin with all his customers, and flat broke Nappy smokin blacks out on the back po'ch I'k thinkin I got everything a land boy could ask for [Large V] At present what we practise to get here? (say that boy) Lay it down and bring it to ya raw (say that boy) Hey now we hurt some, suffered for more, takes what we work for Hated for for the cussin, but the hatred it fabricated us cuss more Held on, but it was hard, stepped up, took accuse Ran through what we scared of, but what was we afraid for? Look at what nosotros fabricated of, hard times done made us Being here is alright, but must believe nosotros desire more than! [Jazze Pha] Them country boys on the rise With them big fat wheels on the side Peep them vertical grills on the ride And awww-aw-aww-aw Them country boys With them large fatty wheels Peep the vertical grills And awwwww [Skinny DeVille] My yegga, we hogwild, bet that from that roota to that toota file Hell naw, them country boys ain't headed s for six miles Kentucky mud, them kinfolk, twankies with them hundred spokes Skullied on that front porch, plus you know they got dro Seventy-nine coupe DeVille vertical Caddy grill Interstate 65 heading down to Cashville Drinking glass filled, to the tippy summit, dorsum seat Benz Spent my last cent on the rent, left with pocket lints A damn shame, gotta grind anything and everything Jimmy Crack Corn, cross the canton line with Mary Jane A long time, a gravel road, to cash and fame and sold my soul To Hell and back, and dorsum and forth, with aforementioned jeans and nappy 'fro [R. Prophit] I might, hop off the Harley, smoke mine like Bob Marley Block parties with shawties, wallin like they swallowin Bacardi Them butter-skin, Prophit gutter like kin Understand you 'tour to lose ya life fuckin with them [Jazze Pha] Them state boys on the ascension With them big fatty wheels on the side Peep them vertical grills on the ride And awww-aw-aww-aw Them country boys With them big fatty wheels Peep the vertical grills And awwwww [Cam'Ron] Killer, uh, when information technology come to New York I'yard the human being around town, only trust me Down in the buggy, I that true cat downwards in Kentucky Outta Bowling Green, heard ya holding cream Mess with a city slicker, nosotros could mould the team Nosotros'll talk in code, smoker exist the sandbox Could be the hamhots, or exist the lamb chops Nosotros'll make wild mills, how ill I'll testify y'all how that denial feel, trade in that cow grill [Twista] Finna caput south, become upwardly out the city Smokin' on a fifty, feelin' pretty good With a hood chick, gotta hit a little fleck Now she call me daddy in a caddy full of wood Call me land, Boob tube'due south on the headrest Even if there ain't no seats in the back of me I play the DVD's, for the cars on the streets And the people in dorsum of me I'm trailin', a chevy with a grill or the black cadillac, got the option If it own't got rims when the drop on the block with no locks than it's not my concoction Injure 'em with the chrome, rollin' on chrome rims it's the twenties This Nappy Roots and Twista, if information technology ain't dope then don't call it country [Jazze Pha] Them country boys on the rising! With them large fat wheels on the side! Peep the vertical grills on the ride! And aw-awww-awww-awwwww! Them country boys With them big fatty wheels Peep the vertical grills And awwwwwwww!
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Written by: KENNETH R. ANTHONY, MELVIN ADAMS, VITO J. TISDALE, West. JAMES Ii CHAMBERS, WILLIAM RAHSAAN HUGHES
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