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Artist:Nappy Roots
Taken from the album Miscellaneous by Nappy Roots
Album:Miscellaneous
Track:Aw Naw
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Views:524
 
Lyrics: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, spoke mine 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!
 
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