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Artist:Nappy Roots
Taken from the album Watermelon Chicken & Gritz by Nappy Roots
Album:Watermelon Chicken & Gritz
Track:Headz Up
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Lyrics:Use your head silly...

Where yo' head at?
Shawty, where yo'
head at?
Show me where yo' head at
Shawty, where yo' head at? (that's all I know)

[B. Stille]
Y'all ain't never heard of B. Stille, the look that seals

Screwed up coupe DeVille, peep the vertical grill
Well Killa Cowboy pull the dirty cowbell

Hell anyway ya do the certified playa
The thickest, the thicker, the better, the pick
of the litter
The sicker the chicken, the bigger the dick I deliver
The kidney, the
liver, the shiver, the give in her BACK
Make the bigger the nigger deliver the miggity-MACK!

[R. Prophit]
Y'all so ridiculous, hoes all up in my businesses
Got 'em
stuffin up my tennant biz
My friend is here, so come around actin shady
I warned ya
(Dick Tracy) like Warren Batey
Prophit hit it, 2-3-4-5
Kicked it off, 6-7-8-9, from
10-11-12, I'm... a glad man slingin geni-til y'all

[Hook: Big V +
(Prophit) - 2X]
Want that, get that - (here we come now)
Jump back, get back - (keep
it goin now)
Which one? this one - (think about it now)
"She gon' lemme cut that's all
I know"

[Chorus - 2X]

[Ron Clutch]
I'm bout to leave ya juice
Drunk as a mug, drunk out his mind
Too damn drunk to drive, jump out the ride

Lookin for a chicken to pluck, with plumped up thighs
Gotta be thicker than Granny's
gravy on the side
So when I get it, I can cut her, big ol' chunky slice
And if I love
it, I'ma lick it like it's pumpkin pie
Now you guys don't really wanna it, this is
Now tell me whattcha really know about the country side

I been in the wild slums po'
Now won'chu tell me whattcha'll know about them
country folk
With all the chicken wing and fish and the dirty spokes
My yeaga smoke,
betta sell and twank, and blowin smoke
(That fool cool ain't a thang) Look how that Caddy
On them twenty-two like Muddy (?) the fuck and blow
We forever reppin 'Tucky and
e'rythang below
Skinny D, slum, Nappy's how the stories roll,
we got that bump fo'
sho' (yea)

[Hook - 2X]

[Chorus - 2X]

[Big V]
the keys and we leavin, didn't even see the laws
So do we believe in?


Man these girls is bout freakin
Suckin and fuckin and tusslin, for the evenin, please
believe 'em

[Big V]
Who's that girl? Oh that girl
Somethin outta
magazine, curvy queen
Cross between, Britney, Whitley, Whitney (crispy) Mya, Pink
and Lil'...

Oh where yo' head at, askin me where my bread at

Tell ya man, man I said that
Stop the askin me, and naggin me, and harrassin me
for it
be a tragedy

[Big V]
Don't you know the damn thang
They come to do the
damn thang
For they leave best believe they do the damn thang


Scales throws scragglers
Hooks 'em like hagglers
Don't talk much the game is

[Hook - 2X]

[Chorus - 2X]

(Told you to use
your head silly [distorted laughing])
Where yo' head at? I ain't stutter
Getcha mind
outta the gutter and pass the butter
That's all I know, come on
"She gon' let me cut,
that's all I know..."
"She gon' let me cut, that's all I know
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