Текст песни Nappy Roots - Country Boyz, слова песни Nappy Roots

Текст песни Nappy Roots - Country Boyz

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[Hook: All]
We just some country boys - country walk, country talk
Don`t bring it round here `less ya know fa sho` it`s jumpin off
We just some country boys - country walk, country talk
Don`t bring it round here `less ya know fa sho` it`s jumpin off

[B. Stille]
Uhhh.. this nigga no games (games)
With my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll chain (chain...)
Doo-rag, heavy blue `Lac - 85 South, don`t drive it too fast (too fast)
My niggaz don`t roll no billies,
get a big box of them brown Dutches (brown Dutches)
We don`t want no brand new Cartel
Brandon lemme get them keys to the Cutlass (Cutlass)
Represent for the M-I-L, the A-T-L, the Macktown (Macktown)
Stay smokin that smackdown, keep myself a little half pound (half pound)
You know B. Stille in the cut, on the back po`ch Jig drillin it up
Black folks just livin it up, court next week not givin a fuck!
What`s up? Grown standin - only rap to them grown women (grown women)
Stay high, we`ll play shy, least till I can get home wittem
Shorty whattchu thinkin? Whattchu drinkin? - thinkin it is what it ain`t
I cain`t be trickin, so don`t be trippin, thinkin I can`t when I cain`t
Come on..

[Hook: All]

[Skinny DeVille]
Nigga hooked it up, like the waitress from the IHOP
Nothin but the grits, steak, and egg with that
waitin for the five dollar pancake, front-back side to side
Them polly country boy, Cadillac, cat sick in the multi-color
All clean (twenty inches) at the seam (plenty chickens)
Get the green (spit the swishers) at the Beam (shit done seem)
Craziest muh`fucker, what y`all niggaz do for cream
Never knock the hustle scheme, only what the cheddar bring
Hate, fake-niggaz, hoes, envy, greed, jealousy
Cain`t hate, what a nigga make, type of enemies
Smilin in my face but they really ain`t no friend to me
Cain`t wait, send em eight straight nine milli-mee
Aww hell naw, y`all niggaz ain`t feelin me!
Colt 45 e`rytime like Billy D
Ninety-five (?) leave through Tennessee
Quarter pound with the chron` fuckin wit my memory

[Hook: All]

[Hook 2: Fish Scales + (R. Prophit)]
Peanut butter (Rag-tops) - what`s fuckin wit that?!
(String beans) pork chops - what`s fuckin wit that?!
Dime sack (with the gnac`) - what`s fuckin wit that?!
What`s fuckin with that?! What`s fuckin wit that?!
Every Chevy (on dubs) - what`s fuckin wit that?!
(Jodi-Bodi) strip clubs - what`s fuckin wit that?!
Nappy Roots (hey dawg) - what`s fuckin wit that?!
What`s fuckin wit that?! What`s fuckin wit that?!

[Fish Scales]
Go down to the country, you won`t wanna go back
Vertical grills in front of the `Lac
Guns roll so fast put one in my back
Plus a buncha country boys wit gats, you don`t want none-a that
Keep - my nine - right beside me, at all times
Cuz I be in the line, like somma these niggaz you find
Don`t want you to shine, right yea..

[R. Prophit]
From the side and nine-to-nine
Roll around here somethin tryna sell mine
Lord know but I got a dime early time
Got me feelin to`, now my Eggo`s cold
See I`m a country boy (Huh?) Close the door (Huh?)
Clinton and Gore (Huh?) Y`all been warned (Huh?)
Guns and more - better hit the floor
Them yeggaz want ya cuz they comin in with them laws

[Fish Scales]
Fuck - yo life; buck - my chife
and I got my ride, fool, I`m ready to ride
For my yeggaz I`ma bring it to you dead or alive

[R. Prophit]
Yeah that`s fa sho` ya betta know that
You a nasty hoe, ya betta show that
Got a quiet lil` spot we can go at
And if you ain`t wit that, we can show you where the do` at

[Hook: All]

[Hook 2]

[music to fade]

Nappy Roots

Country Boyz

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