| 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! |