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Artist:Nappy Roots
Taken from the album Watermelon Chicken & Gritz by Nappy Roots
Album:Watermelon Chicken & Gritz
Track:Headz Up Refried
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Views:441
 
Lyrics:Use your head silly...

[Chorus]
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 like (Dick Tracy) like Warren Beatty
Prophit hit it, 2-3-4-5
Kicked
it off, 6-7-8-9, from behind
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" <-- [B. Stille]

[Chorus -
2X]

[Ron Clutch]
I'm bout to leave ya juice joint
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 want it 'less it's country fried
Now tell me whatcha really know about the
country side

[Skinny DeVille]
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 roll
On them twenty-two like Muddy move 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]
Got the keys and we leavin, didn't even see the laws
So do we believe
'em?

[Scales]
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
Kim and Lil'...

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

[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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