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Artist:Nappy Roots
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Track:Awnaw
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Views:436
 
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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