Song | Awnaw |
Artist | Nappy Roots |
Album | Watermelon, Chicken and Gritz |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Adams, Anthony, Chambers ... | |
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-Dubz was being a hustler, (Heeeyy man!) all play flirtin 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 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 rise! | |
With them big fat wheels on the side! | |
Peep them 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/Skinny DeVille] | |
My yegga, we hogwild, bet that from that roota to that toota-file | |
Hell naw, them country boys ain't headed south for six miles | |
Kentucky mud, them kinfolk, twankies with them hundred-spokes | |
Skullied on that front po'ch, plus you know they got 'dro | |
Seventy-nine coupe | |
DeVille vertical | |
Caddy grill | |
Interstate 65 headin down to | |
Cashville | |
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, smoke pot like | |
Bob Marley | |
Not parties with charties, wallin like they swallowin | |
Bacardi Them butter-skin, | |
Prophit gotta like them | |
Understand you 'bout to lose ya life fuckin with | |
THEEEMM! Them country boys on the rise! | |
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! |
zuo qu : Adams, Anthony, Chambers ... | |
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 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, Heeeyy man! all play flirtin 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 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 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! Saan Skinny 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 R Prophit | |
I might hop off the | |
Harley, smoke pot like | |
Bob Marley | |
Not parties with charties, wallin like they swallowin | |
Bacardi Them butterskin, | |
Prophit gotta like them | |
Understand you ' bout to lose ya life fuckin with | |
THEEEMM! 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! | |
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 awawwwawwwawwwww! | |
Them country boys | |
With them big fat wheels | |
Peep the vertical grills | |
And awwwwwwww! |
zuò qǔ : Adams, Anthony, Chambers ... | |
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 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, Heeeyy man! all play flirtin 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 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 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! Saan Skinny 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 R Prophit | |
I might hop off the | |
Harley, smoke pot like | |
Bob Marley | |
Not parties with charties, wallin like they swallowin | |
Bacardi Them butterskin, | |
Prophit gotta like them | |
Understand you ' bout to lose ya life fuckin with | |
THEEEMM! 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! | |
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 awawwwawwwawwwww! | |
Them country boys | |
With them big fat wheels | |
Peep the vertical grills | |
And awwwwwwww! |