Текст (слова) песни: Nappy Roots - Watermelon, Chicken, & Gritz

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!)
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!
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 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 mine 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 - Watermelon, Chicken, & Gritz 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!) 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! 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 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 mine 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 Watermelon, Chicken, & Gritz: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/113/1/15989.html Все тексты песен: Nappy Roots » Nappy Roots - Country Boyz » Nappy Roots - Leave This Morning » Nappy Roots - No Good » Nappy Roots - Ho Down » Nappy Roots - The Lounge » Nappy Roots - Sholiz » Nappy Roots - Work in Progress » Nappy Roots - These Walls » Nappy Roots - Roun` the Globe » Nappy Roots - Set it Out » Nappy Roots - Headz Up » Nappy Roots - Headz Up (Refried) » Nappy Roots - Blowin` Trees » Nappy Roots - Twang » Nappy Roots - Sholiz » Nappy Roots - Headz Up » Nappy Roots - Kentucky Mud » Nappy Roots - Dime, Quarter, Nickel, Penny » Nappy Roots - Awnaw » Nappy Roots - What Cha Gonna Do? (The Anthem) Рекомендуем скачать: » Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds - Love Letter » Neil Diamond - Elijah`s Song » ninety pound wuss - The New Age » Nana Mouskouri - India » NoFX - Pay To Cum » New Model Army - No Greater Love » Nas - Revolutionary Warfare » Nik Kershaw - God Bless » Neil Young - Act Of Love » Nailbomb - Shit PiВ¤ata » Nat King Cole - A Beautiful Friendship » Nas f Havoc - The Set Up » Neil Diamond - You Got To Me » Nikka Costa - Mundo De Adultos » Nazareth - Cry Wolf » Nanette Scriba - Die Schickis » Nickelback - too bad4 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » No Doubt - Marry Me » Neil Young - The Old Country Waltz » Nirvana - on a plain \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3
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