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1. _ Sell It Out
[Skinny DeVille] Smoked the bong to the bang and got crunk Shorty with the thong and the chain's about to get nutty From my song my hands, I ain't tryna be ya buddy Let a player cut somethin *scratching* Now it's on anything that got drunk Skully took it strong to the brain, and I'm talkin dirty to this broad, "where yo' mayne?" Think about it, till early in the mo'nin, bout 7:30 Get it on with the Philly, light the blunt and hell it's on If ya tryna hit me, then hit me on my cella-phone Really homes, take a hunnie with the silicone Tighter than an S-Type sittin right on plenty chrome Strong in the game, but not to play with anyone Yeaga like to dance, but not just to any song Gotta be the one, that rep well clear from "No perm, no fade, no brush, no comb" [Hook: Skinny - 2X] Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out) Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out) Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out) Broke, drank, cut, what (set it out) [Skinny DeVille] Made the next call for the drink, the drink; straight to the head Stuck on the wall, thumbtack, but what I shoulda did Focus on the sack and sip just a little bit Blame it on the Jack D, get back to the chick Look I'm a mack, I think ya ass fulla shit It ain't the way ya talkin broad, who ya think ya foolin wit? Any nigga off the street, he game, school the chick A hoe is a hoe fa sho', and any shoe'll fit Call it what you want, blunt lit in the club crunk Drunk than a muh'fucker, split tryna cut somethin Quick now us want somethin, and the broad lookin thick Whattchu think he slicker than the liquor tryna move his dick? [Scales] Now hold up; what? Stop; huh? Somebody roll the weed up, feet up V.I.P. lookin all G'd up, hair stay P'd up Can't talk long gotta cut somethin, see ya [Hook: Skinny - 2X] Broke somethin, drink somethin, cut somethin, hold up, what?! Broke somethin, drink somethin, cut somethin, hold up, what?! Broke somethin, drink somethin, cut somethin, hold up, what?! Broke somethin, drink somethin, cut somethin, hold up, what?! [Hook: Skinny - 2X] [B. Stille] Nappy Roots, get it up at a sold out show Cut her to, give it up when ya tho' that dough Don't be playin no games, what I told that hoe Forget her name, but she gone lemme cut that's all I know Now I'm horny as a - pitbull Some alcohol 'case I mess around and cut somethin Get fooled, at the bar smoke somethin It's cool, hit the telly, two hens in the whirlpool [R. Prophit] Steady sippin on courvoisier Ghetto type at the bar spittin the gossip-eh That's all - lookin like Beyonce Bout to cut, stuff brown in my cup (yeaga what?) Hurry up dawg, tryna holla at these broads Tell 'em I'm a playa, watch 'em cream in her drawers Say I'm Randy Moss then her panties came off Quicker than a wide receiver runnin out on a cross Shake it off now! [Hook: Skinny - 2X] [scratching till fade] more free lyrics |
2. _ Slums
[sample is cut up] "Please baby, please don't leave" [R. Prophit] We rappers in the slums.. alright.. Let's get this motherfucker crunkin from Kentucky to Baghdad Ya pops was always gone but that didn't make him a bad dad We still managed to eat, and come to think wattn't half bad But Doug was always humerous bout the things they would never have Now I was born in Oakland better known as the Cold Town Done seen too many folk down, some put the soul down Done heard my momma cryin if I knew what I know now I'd pro'ly have to greet the party room with the fo' pound I'm tryna keep my head on straight to keep me from catchin in case I feel my insides burnin, musta swallowed all twenty-eight I'm drinkin milk with magnesium, but still I ain't feelin straight Some mo' had murdered my granddad over real-estate [Hook: R. Prophit w/ sample playing in background] Rappers in the slums... rappers in the slums... Rappers in the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww... Rappers in the slums... rappers in the slums... Rappers in the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww... [Big V] Puffy, if I put it out - sucky, if I pull it out Ohh me, ya better kick it out, or ya livin in a haunted house Ran how you tried to run, came how you tried to come Did what you couldn't do, difference between me and you Slum for a while now, country for a lifetime Cool is what I choose to be, but that ain't what I used to be Muddy waters couldn't drown a nigga, bloodhounds on the trail for real Shakin up this rap shit, givin niggaz hell for real Turn a hold the dog deal, mucus and you hearin right National Geographic ain't, fuckin with this wildlife Hissin; I'm finna strike, rattlin; I'm finna bite Hell with a blue light, fuckin with no rooms tonight! [Hook - 2X] [Scales] Now once again, you see me layin down the law These cowards tryna catch me like my hustle gotta fall Bitch I'm Southern bred That's where you break it down to raw and then you flush the rest I said you break it down to raw and then you flush the rest And I ain't playin witcha'll haters since y'all fucked up my order Got me playin with a gram, coulda been up to a quarter Now my cousin, called me up and said he finally did it Graduated from a handheld, to primary digits Cuz in the slums we don't work we just grind and gamble Guarunteed I got that shit, niggaz dyin to sample Now whattchu know about that work from the states of Georgia Cook so thick, collard, grits and water (we in the slums!) [Hook] more free lyrics |
3. _ Awnaw
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 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 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 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, spoke mine 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 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! more free lyrics |
4. _ My Ride
[SKINNY DEVILLE] feelin easy like its sunday morning steak and eggs hey livin off some big rims lookin like some blades play her like a pimp type a nigga aint me with the tint the 35 percent so ya cant see fish scales shotgun pass the "L" to big V flip flop candy lookin so wet it drip drop (shiiiine) from the tip top chrome double duce make a bitch stop jaw drop ballin off this hip hop on a budget back and forth from kentucky we them type of niggas that crack corn in a bucket a hundred and ninety spoke god damn look but dont touch it we commin down I-65 nappy and company (vertical grills) on the cadilac we so real skinny deville return like a bat out of hell hell dont ya think nappy roots comin as well Big V, B. Stille, Prophet, Clutch, and Fish Scales yeaahh [CHORUS] My ride be sittin on dem hundred spokes (hundred spokes) my candy paint straight from the honeycomb (honeycomb) wood grain interior leather and chrome (leather and chrome) everybody ride out its on its on (its on its on) [FISH SCALES] ay yo thats my cab jumped out leavin a tab hold on man we'll discuss that later B. jumped out like (fuck that hater) fell in the aspen rotten like martin two white dudes one looked like matt harprin later on he's eatin and ball in cleavland and I jumped out like fuck your season van dam woke up in the grand am real hot no air for the car jam twenty inches ride both on probes look nice chevrolet on pipes keep chevy tint that twinkle so bright B.O.B im'a ball on budget pumped out two thou on the 89 cutlass (biiitch) nah you cant ride im selfish aint too many ho's wanna touch this velvet [CHORUS] [B. STILLE.] hop in with me we bout to leave you gotta pop it I drope a dollar in ya pocket gas up the crotch rocket pass up the cops blocked it (hey B. Stille can I role with you and Prophet) extra clean you cant tell me nean drop the top showin off for the summa the cadilac stretch on dem bow legged stillets where the candy paint sets like a wet cigarette bubble coat primers chrome spiders inside us big enough for my team and a couple of trainers but it hold no minors thats major wood grain and ya get deep beaters big features feel boom from the beats in my big speakers its on in my seats and my signature dont throw dirt on my name no shirt as I lean out the window pane you hear the country boy sang [CHORUS] more free lyrics |
5. _ Po' Folks
Awwww.... Mmmmm, awww.. [Chorus] All my life been po' But it really don't matter no mo' And they wonder why we act this way Nappy Boys gon' be okay All my life been po' But it really don't matter no mo' And they wonder why we act this way Nappy Roots gon' be okay, okay [Big V] We came in the game, plain ya see Average man when the rest was ashamed to be Nappy head and all, ain't no changin me Ooooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh... So rough it was, downright wrong I tell ya Nobody never gave us nothin but tough time and made us somethin Different stretch of road, new somethin to see Every state on the map, a different somethin to eat Daps and handshakes, it meant nuttin for real Everybody makin a killin man, showin no feelins Walkin off collectin pay, it's the way of the world Can't change it, so I guess I'm gon' pray for the world Sometimes I ask myself, was I made for the world? I scream this to you, and I say it to the world Nappy then, Nappy now - Nappy for a bit Knee-deep, head over heels in this country shit! [Chorus] [Skinny DeVille] Even though I picture better days, I'm thankful for the chance I got to say amen The Lord done blessed me with his grace, I wish this day would never end We represent the slums, where we from, we feel they bump Polish shot off on these presidents, and hardtimes they go and come Some take up off, without the chance, to make it at all Who woulda thought Skinny'd be the one that's, makin this call Lord, help me out, tell me where I went wrong I'm tryna find a righteous path, although it's, never been long I gotta do it for my sons, they tellin me, "Daddy be strong" We gon' make it through these hardtimes even though they go and they come Ya absolutely right, for somethin happen to me on last Tuesday night It's plain as day, man they... with this World Trade Naw brave any order but confoldure Better make it home when nothin seems to matter That's when, see, everything can go - any which way They got me fooled, see the Henny with the J Front po'ch, chillin broke, country folk, I'm Nappy with my ways yo [Chorus] [R. Prophit] It's a blessin we woke up this mornin All my colored folk stressin, come let's join hands Got the folk with depresses of being po' man Poppa taught me an order, survive for no man Nappy got some (?) for we gon' stand Prophit grew from a juvenile to a grown man Ya gotta take responsibility for ya own man Zonin, two blunts a mo'nin, by sunrise sometimes I love to hear my woman moanin, it's on again Damn I hope you play this song again The soul cleansin, the melody just read my end Not a lot of things but usually just appendin my lady Been searchin bendin and saw my folks locked in the tennants And it don't make any sense (why) children and sentencin Broadcastin from the slums, that's why I'm writin these sentences Just lower my income, (what) though we ain't finish it [Chorus] more free lyrics |
6. _ Blowin' Trees
Yes sir... Nappy Roots... Well.. I gotta go.. Aww.. alright.. [R. Prophit] I find myself up in the sky again, fly-in So sincere, my dear, when I leave I cry within It's lonesome here, candy painted oh so clear Represent the slums, Nappy through most of the year (Nappy Roots!) Shouts out to Aaliyah, live the life and very career On my wall I gotcha picture, God pray witcha It's all on us, Nappy Boys 'In God We Trust' Regardless what, this ya boy R. Prophit whassup?! [Hook: Big V] Nappy head and all, is the life for me Grab my yea and we blowin trees This is the life God chose for me, chose for me Nappy head and all, is the life for me Grab my yea and we blowin trees This is the life God chose for me, chose for me, chose for me [Ron Clutch] I love my applecorn home, gave my favorite brush away Went from baldheaded to all-dreaded, to just enough to braid It could be my lucky day, Nappy shirted up the shades Think I'm frontin, I'm cuttin somethin.. with my trucks and blades [Scales] Let that man speak, step up - grab all my meat Greet you with my balls and my word in every handshake You damn straight, you worthless queer, price this landscape Awake, to a plate - of a homemade pancake Used to picture myself at the NFL Draft I just couldn't remove the lens cap but I still kept my mouthpiece and my chinstrap [Ron Clutch] I dread it all for a pimp hat Big body hog, new rag-top, pitch black [Big V talking] Being average is ok, being different is alright Long as you stay in your means Then you know you keepin it real with yo'self And that's Nappy right there... [Hook] [B. Stille] I'm in the '81 'Lac Seville, but got spend Limo tint, but see we ridin it like it's a Benz Clamp somethin like a (?) (Puff somethin like a pimp) I'm cuttin corners most players won't attempt [Skinny DeVille] Skinny slum type, betcha bottom dollar that's fa sure Nappy gonna be alright, through ups and downs and back and fer' What the hell ya talkin bout? How much it cost to floss and ball We did it on a budget, rep the country till we fall [B. Stille] Playa we in (Nappy!) enter this biz My love is in the slums and the people that's near They love me dawg, do anything for me dawg Make a livin outta whattchu call ugly dawg! [Skinny DeVille] With nothin left to lose, we get it in, but Nappy Roots done paid the dues Hustlin, backwards-ass nigga this one here's for you You in the way, get out the game We comin through, with shit to prove Ain't nan thing you can tell me 'fore observin what we bout to do [Hook] [music fades out] more free lyrics |
7. _ Country Boyz
[Hook: All] We just some country boys - country walk, country talk Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin off We just some country boys - country walk, country talk Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin off [B. Stille] Uhhh.. this nigga no games (games) With my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll chain (chain...) Doo-rag, heavy blue 'Lac - 85 South, don't drive it too fast (too fast) My niggaz don't roll no billies, get a big box of them brown Dutches (brown Dutches) We don't want no brand new Cartel Brandon lemme get them keys to the Cutlass (Cutlass) Represent for the M-I-L, the A-T-L, the Macktown (Macktown) Stay smokin that smackdown, keep myself a little half pound (half pound) You know B. Stille in the cut, on the back po'ch Jig drillin it up Black folks just livin it up, court next week not givin a fuck! What's up? Grown standin - only rap to them grown women (grown women) Stay high, we'll play shy, least till I can get home wittem Shorty whattchu thinkin? Whattchu drinkin? - thinkin it is what it ain't I cain't be trickin, so don't be trippin, thinkin I can't when I cain't Come on.. [Hook: All] [Skinny DeVille] Nigga hooked it up, like the waitress from the IHOP Nothin but the grits, steak, and egg with that waitin for the five dollar pancake, front-back side to side Them polly country boy, Cadillac, cat sick in the multi-color All clean (twenty inches) at the seam (plenty chickens) Get the green (spit the swishers) at the Beam (shit done seem) Craziest muh'fucker, what y'all niggaz do for cream Never knock the hustle scheme, only what the cheddar bring Hate, fake-niggaz, hoes, envy, greed, jealousy Cain't hate, what a nigga make, type of enemies Smilin in my face but they really ain't no friend to me Cain't wait, send em eight straight nine milli-mee Aww hell naw, y'all niggaz ain't feelin me! Colt 45 e'rytime like Billy D Ninety-five (?) leave through Tennessee Quarter pound with the chron' fuckin wit my memory [Hook: All] [Hook 2: Fish Scales + (R. Prophit)] Peanut butter (Rag-tops) - what's fuckin wit that?! (String beans) pork chops - what's fuckin wit that?! Dime sack (with the gnac') - what's fuckin wit that?! What's fuckin with that?! What's fuckin wit that?! Every Chevy (on dubs) - what's fuckin wit that?! (Jodi-Bodi) strip clubs - what's fuckin wit that?! Nappy Roots (hey dawg) - what's fuckin wit that?! What's fuckin wit that?! What's fuckin wit that?! [Fish Scales] Go down to the country, you won't wanna go back Vertical grills in front of the 'Lac Guns roll so fast put one in my back Plus a buncha country boys wit gats, you don't want none-a that Keep - my nine - right beside me, at all times Cuz I be in the line, like somma these niggaz you find Don't want you to shine, right yea.. [R. Prophit] From the side and nine-to-nine Roll around here somethin tryna sell mine Lord know but I got a dime early time Got me feelin to', now my Eggo's cold See I'm a country boy (Huh?) Close the door (Huh?) Clinton and Gore (Huh?) Y'all been warned (Huh?) Guns and more - better hit the floor Them yeggaz want ya cuz they comin in with them laws [Fish Scales] Fuck - yo life; buck - my chife and I got my ride, fool, I'm ready to ride For my yeggaz I'ma bring it to you dead or alive [R. Prophit] Yeah that's fa sho' ya betta know that You a nasty hoe, ya betta show that Got a quiet lil' spot we can go at And if you ain't wit that, we can show you where the do' at [Hook: All] [Hook 2] [music to fade] more free lyrics |
8. _ Headz Up
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 (Dick Tracy) like Warren Batey 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" [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 so I find a 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 wanna it, this is countryfied Now tell me whattcha 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 (?) 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 in? [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..." more free lyrics |
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