โหลดเพลง mp3 Awnaw (All Hooks up Version) - Nappy Roots

Awnaw (Explicit Album Version) (All Hooks Up Version) - Nappy Roots (涅皮·鲁特)
Yeah haha Nappy Roots

Awwnaw
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
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
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
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
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
I might hop off the Harley
Smoke pot 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 f**kin 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
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
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
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