Nappy Roots - Ballin´ On A Budget lyrics

Ballin´ On A Budget [by:Nappy roots]
(Nigga)

[Pimpin´]
I am just a, big bang baller on a budget
Dank weed, smokin like "f*ck it"
City slicker, country nigga, reppin straight from Kentucky
Horseshoes & rabbit paws flossin, chicken closs for the lucky
4 leaf clovers, Range Rovers, so they know the tailpipe´s rusted

[Pimpin´]
Country cookin, dog fightin, big-body ridin
Chillin like a mug in Western Kentuck´, showin love
Summertime a funner time, smoke & gunner time
Sippin Sprite & somethin dark, every f*ckin time

[Pimpin´]
Uhh, okay watch how the po´ folk ball
Stomp through to mall in my overalls, the black Girbaud
No pager, no cellphone, no access at all
Just a pack of Dutch Masters & a pint of alcohol

[Pimpin´]
My hooptie, with a down crew like Boots said
You do not +Perm+, +F*ck a+ fade
let my hair swang back & forth like a germ
Ill nigga with sick shit, pull out this & stick it in this thick chick
Baby mama drama, child support court & aint worth the riskits

[Chorus]
Whattcha know about them backwood country folk?
Whattcha know about the ´Lac chrome hundred spoke?
Jimmy Crack Corn; no fade, no comb
Whattcha know about ballin on a budget pro?
I am just ballin on a budget jigga (jigga)
I am just ballin on a budget jigga (jigga)
I am just ballin on a budget jigga (jigga)
It is the N the A the P-P-Y

[Pimpin´]
Pull up, dear horns on the hood of my truck
Kentucky Mud on my shoes & my socks
Hungry Jack, feather tryna stuff some food in my gut
Country cat in the cowboy hat
I am front to back put the house on that

[Pimpin´]
candy yam´s,chittlins,greens & smoke country ham,
chicken wangs,cornbread granny in the kitchen throwin down,
eat good tryinna smoke somethin´,run up on a pound,
roll somethin,go ta vagas try ta stuff em´ with the ounce,

[Pimpin´]
hummin, mama cookin that mean it is sunday monin´,
half a pint of bootleg jin will keep me goin´,
fat knot,pool shot,bad daylight,cigars & happy bags,
man we stay high

[Pimpin´]
Aww man, we go back, like sweet pickle book clubs
Nigga that was good love, summertime blazzin in a foot tub
Damn that shit hurt, & my jams in that shirt
Atari 26, one stick, never worked

[Chorus]

[Pimpin´]
Comin up in the woods, all I did was run barefoot
Ne´er could comb my hair good
My hairline grew like ten pound vines
´Tween my rib & my underware
It is still a thin brown line, shit

[Pimpin´]
Chores did, & ma work out on the clothin line
Cool as shit, country boys out on the grind
River views, picknic, big ticks covered the place
Folks visit, & make it apparent to come back again

[Pimpin´]
Look here, see I smoke like a fire & a drink like a fish
That is it, ecstasy just aint on my list
No comb, no brush, no fade, no pick
No shit, no hair & you get no dick

[Pimpin´]
Now we love them gals that love themselves, them southern bells
Them Clydesdale Kentucky gals, with muddy tails
We cut them gals, new veils, no wedding bells
Trick on cheap hotels, KY gels & nothin else

[Chorus]

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