Текст (слова) песни: Nappy Roots - Awnaw

[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!)
always flirtin with 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 through what we scared of, but what was we afraid for?
Look at what we made of, hard times done made us
Being here is alright, but Must believe we want more!

Them country boys on the rise!
With them big fat wheels on the side!
and them dirty cow 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, smoke pot like Bob Marley
Block parties with shawties, wallin like they swallowin Bacardi
Them butter-skin, Prophit gutter like kin
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 rise!
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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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Nappy Roots - Awnaw [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!) always flirtin with 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 through what we scared of, but what was we afraid for? Look at what we made of, hard times done made us Being here is alright, but Must believe we want more! Them country boys on the rise! With them big fat wheels on the side! and them dirty cow 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, smoke pot like Bob Marley Block parties with shawties, wallin like they swallowin Bacardi Them butter-skin, Prophit gutter like kin 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 rise! 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! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Awnaw: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/113/1/15975.html Все тексты песен: Nappy Roots » Nappy Roots - Nappy Roots Day » Nappy Roots - awnaw \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Nappy Roots - Country Boyz » Nappy Roots - Headz Up » Nappy Roots - Life`s a B**** » Nappy Roots - Ballin` On A Budget » Nappy Roots - Kentucky Mud » Nappy Roots - My Ride » Nappy Roots - Blowin` Trees » Nappy Roots - South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut (soun » Nappy Roots - Sholiz » Nappy Roots - Start it Over » Nappy Roots - Sholiz » Nappy Roots - Ho Down » Nappy Roots - Work in Progress » Nappy Roots - These Walls » Nappy Roots - ho down \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Nappy Roots - Po` Folks » Nappy Roots - Headz Up (Refried) » Nappy Roots - Ballin` On A Budget Рекомендуем скачать: » Григорий Данской - Научная конференция в драмтеатре... » Гарин Юрий - Прогулки по Москве » Гиви Чрелашвили - Термин » Геннадий Сергиенко - Светлое утро (мр3) » Григорий Данской - Интермедия в темпе падающего снега » Григорий Дикштейн - Песня о барде, менестреле или трубадуре, играющем на лютне, кифаре или бандуре, песня о стрелке, кот » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Глобальная » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Красный смех » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Так » Григорий Дикштейн - Оптимистическая » Григорий Дикштейн - Я люблю в этом доме бывать » Гайк Мкртчян - Очень строго на меня не смотри... » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Ужас и моральный террор » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Все в порядке » Геннадий Васильев - Всё б ничего, да кот на печи холод почуял, жмется к теплу... » Геннадий Перевалов - Снег » Геннадий Жуков - Я ждал тебя всю жизнь свою, пойми... » Григорий Бронштейн - Откуда смерть посмотрит безучастно... » Георгий Гладков - Автопортрет » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Вечная весна
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