Artist: Nappy Roots

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Awnaw

Yeah, haha Nappy Roots
Awwnaw!

[Hook]
Awnaw! Hell naw! Man
Y'all went up and done it
Awnaw! Hell naw! Boy
Y'all went up and done it
Awnaw! Hell naw! Man
Y'all went up and done it
Y'all went up and done it man
Y'all went up and done it

[Fish Scales]
My first song was like forty-eight boys with no moves
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 can 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 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 grill
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 shorties, 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 grill on the ride!
And aw-awww-awww-awwwww!

[Repeat Hook over this part]
Them country boys
With them big fat wheels
peep the vertical grill
And awwwwwwww!

Them country boys
With them big fat wheels
peep the vertical grill
And awwwwwwww!
[Repeat]

Them country boys on the ride!
With them big fat wheels on the side!
peep the vertical grill on the ride!
And aw-awww-awww-awwwww!
Them country boys
With them big fat wheels
peep the vertical grill
And awwwwwwww!

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Other Songs by this Artist

1. Around The Globe
2. Around The Globe Remix
3. Aw Naw
4. Awnaw
5. Ballin’ On A Budget
6. Be On Yo Way
7. Blowin’ Trees
8. Country Boyz
9. Dime Quarter Nickel Penny
10. Good God Almighty
11. Heads Up
12. Headz Up
13. Ho Down
14. Kentucky Mud
15. Lac Dogs and Hogs
16. Leave This Morning
17. Life’s A Bitch
18. Light and Dark
19. My Ride
20. Nappy Roots Day
21. No Good
22. One Forty
23. Po’ Folks
24. Push On
25. Riches To Rags
26. Right Now
27. Roun’ The Globe
28. Roun’ The Globe (Colinpark Remix)
29. Roun’ The Globe (Collipark Remix)
30. Round The Globe
31. Sell It Out
32. Set It Out
33. Sholiz
34. Sick & Tired
35. Sick and Tired
36. Slums
37. Start It Over
38. These Walls
39. Twang
40. War / Peace
41. Watermelon, Chicken & Gritz
42. What Cha Gonna Do? (The Anthem)