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