Watermelon, Chicken & Gritz (Clean Version)
Nappy Roots lyrics
Nappy Roots lyrics
"Awnaw Lyrics"
Tired of you Lyrics
Where did I go wrong? I can't look you in the eye Feeling so ashamed It feels like I could die Hold me up And don't let go I've had enough [chorus] I'm tired of breathing Tired of feeling Tired of looking at the past for meaning Tired of running Tired of searching Tired of trying But I'm not tired of you Losin
Where did I go wrong? I can't look you in the eye Feeling so ashamed It feels like I could die Hold me up And don't let go I've had enough [chorus] I'm tired of breathing Tired of feeling Tired of looking at the past for meaning Tired of running Tired of searching Tired of trying But I'm not tired of you Losin
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 count
Servin' Tha Friends Lyrics
Hey hey holla holla nigga What's happening? I got the biggest boulders right here motherfucker These motherfucking rocks fat, Hey, at ten 'o clock I don't wanna see None of y'all little niggas up on the motherfucking block Y'all got ta clear this motherfucka off Curfew nigga, get ta fuck up outta here off my block Verse 1: Bizzy Bone Who servin' tha fiends Hundred th
ry boy could ask for Hey hey holla holla nigga What's happening? I got the biggest boulders right here motherfucker These motherfucking rocks fat, Hey, at ten 'o clock I don't wanna see None of y'all little niggas up on the motherfucking block Y'all got ta clear this motherfucka off Curfew nigga, get ta fuck up outta here off my block Verse 1: Bizzy Bone Who servin' tha fiends Hundred th
[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 DeVi
Cookie Cutter on the Fritz Lyrics
Lovely That's when a man meets a woman Deadly As Chemistry without the instructions Sinfully Two souls consumate inwardly Crusifixtion Masses will lay dead In an Apocalpitic world Afraid of true feelings, Doomed to become extinct Like the masses brought on before us (Only stupidity shall be our demise) Shall we try to search for an answer to the bounding questions of o
le] Lovely That's when a man meets a woman Deadly As Chemistry without the instructions Sinfully Two souls consumate inwardly Crusifixtion Masses will lay dead In an Apocalpitic world Afraid of true feelings, Doomed to become extinct Like the masses brought on before us (Only stupidity shall be our demise) Shall we try to search for an answer to the bounding questions of o
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 the
YOUR OLD STANDBY Lyrics
A shoulder to cry on is all you want from me Someone to share your heartaches when you cry Someone you can depend on, who will always be around I'm nothing more than just your old standby (Chorus:) If you could call me darlin, if you could call me dear If you could learn to love me by and by I wouldn't mind this waiting, for I could stand the pain I'd be more to you than
swallowin Bacardi A shoulder to cry on is all you want from me Someone to share your heartaches when you cry Someone you can depend on, who will always be around I'm nothing more than just your old standby (Chorus:) If you could call me darlin, if you could call me dear If you could learn to love me by and by I wouldn't mind this waiting, for I could stand the pain I'd be more to you than
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