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点击复制Awnaw (Rock Remix; feat. Marcos of P.O.D.) - Nappy Roots
Yeah haha Nappy Roots
Awwnaw
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
My first song was like forty eight bars with no hook
You hear me flipping through 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 hanging over the faucets
No AC Tez'll break a sweat just trying to make beats
E Dubz was being a hustler
Heeeyy man
All play flirting all his customers and flat broke
Nappy smoking blacks out on the back po'ch
I'm thinking I got everything a country boy can 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 cussing but the hatred it made us cuss more
Held on but it was hard stepped up took charge
Ran through 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
Them country boys
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 man
My ni**a 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 heading 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 mine like Bob Marley
Not parties with shorties walling like they swallowing Bacardi
Them butter skin Prophit gotta like them
Understand you 'bout to lose ya life f**king 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
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
And awwwwwwww
Them country boys
With them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical grill
And awwwwwwww
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