מילים לשיר Country Boyz – Nappy Roots

Hook: All)
We just some country boys Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin off
We just some country boys 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.)
Dooget a big box of them brown Dutches (brown Dutches)
My niggaz don't roll no billies,
We don't want no brand new Cartel
Represent for the MBrandon lemme get them keys to the Cutlass (Cutlass)
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 Stay high, we'll play shy, least till I can get home wittem
Shorty whattchu thinkin? Whattchu drinkin? Come on.
I cain't be trickin, so don't be trippin, thinkin I can't when I cain't (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, frontThem polly country boy, Cadillac, cat sick in the multiAll 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
Cain't hate, what a nigga make, type of enemies
Hate, fakeSmilin in my face but they really ain't no friend to me
Cain't wait, send em eight straight nine milliAww hell naw, y'all niggaz ain't feelin me!
Colt 45 e'rytime like Billy D
Ninety
Quarter pound with the chron' fuckin wit my memory
(Hook: All) (Hook 2: Fish Scales + (R. Prophit))
Peanut butter (Rag(String beans) pork chops Dime sack (with the gnac') What's fuckin with that?! What's fuckin wit that?!
Every Chevy (on dubs) (JodiNappy Roots (hey dawg) What's fuckin wit that?! What's fuckin wit that?! (Fish Scales)
Go down to the country, you won't wanna go back
Guns roll so fast put one in my back
Vertical grills in front of the 'Lac
Plus a buncha country boys wit gats, you don't want noneKeep Cuz I be in the line, like somma these niggaz you find From the side and nineDon't want you to shine, right yea.
(R. Prophit)
Roll around here somethin tryna sell mine
Lord know but I got a dime early time
See I'm a country boy (Huh?) Close the door (Huh?)
Got me feelin to', now my Eggo's cold
Clinton and Gore (Huh?) Y'all been warned (Huh?)
Guns and more
Them yeggaz want ya cuz they comin in with them laws
(Fish Scales)
Fuck 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
Got a quiet lil' spot we can go at
You a nasty hoe, ya betta show that
And if you ain't wit that, we can show you where the do' at (Hook: All)
(Hook 2) (music to fade.