Awnaw
Jazze Pha, Nappy Roots
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Yeah, haha, Nappy Roots Aw naw Aw naw, hell naw, boy Y'all done up and done it Aw naw, hell naw, boy Y'all done up and done it Aw naw, hell naw, boy Man, y'all done up and done it (uh) Y'all done up and done it (uh, come on) Man, y'all done up and done it My first song was like forty-eight bars with no hook (come on) You hear me flippin' through my pages out my favorite notebook (yeah) 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 (hey, man) Flirtin' with all his customers and flat broke Nappy smokin blacks out on the back porch I'm thinkin', I got everything a country boy could ask for (yeah) Now what we do to get here? (Say that, boy) Lay it down and bring it to you raw (Say that, boy) Hey now, we hurt some, suffered for more, takes what we work for Hated for the cussin', but the hatred it made us cuss more Held on when it was hard, stepped up, took charge Ran through what we scared of, but what was we afraid for? Look at what we made of, hard times done 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-aw-aw-aw Aw naw, hell naw, boy (them country boys) Y'all done up and done it Aw naw! Hell naw, boy (with them big fat wheels) Y'all done up and done it (peep the vertical grills) Aw naw, hell naw, boy Man, y'all done up and done it (and aww) Y'all done up and done it Man, y'all done up and done it My yegga, we hog wild, 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 porch, 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, backseat 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 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 As I hop off the Harley, smoke pot like Bob Marley Block parties with shawties, wilin' like they swallowin' Bacardi Them butter-skin, Prophit gutter like kin Understand, you 'bout to lose your life fuckin' with them Them country boys on the rise With them big fat wheels on the side Peep them vertical grills on the ride And aw-aw-aw-aw Aw naw, hell naw, boy (them country boys) Y'all done up and done it Aw naw, hell naw, boy (with them big fat wheels) Y'all done up and done it (peep the vertical grills) Aw naw, hell naw, boy Man, y'all done up and done it (and aw) Y'all done up and done it Man, y'all done up and done it
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Written by: Kenneth R. Anthony, Melvin Adams, Vito J. Tisdale, W. James Ii Chambers, William Rahsaan Hughes
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