Nappy Roots - Country Boyz lyrics

[Hook: All]
We just some country boys - country walk, country talk
Don´t bring it round here ´less ya know fa sho´ it is jumpin off
We just some country boys - country walk, country talk
Don´t bring it round here ´less ya know fa sho´ it is jumpin off

[B. Suntile]
Uhhh.. this nigga no games (games)
With my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic & roll chain (chain...)
Doo-rag, heavy blue ´Lac - 65 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 do not 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. Suntile in the cut, on the back po´ch Jig drillin it up
Black folks just livin it up, court next week not givin a f*ck!
What´s up? Grown standin - only rap to them grown women (grown women)
Stay high, we will play shy, least until I can get home wittem
Shorty whattchu thinkin? Whattchu drinkin? - thinkin it´s what it aint
I caint be trickin, so don´t be trippin, thinkin I cannot when I caint
C´mon..

[Hook: All]

[Skinny DeVille]
Nigga hooked it up, like the waitress from the IHOP
Nothin but the grits, steak, & 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´f*cker, what y´all niggaz do for cream
Never knock the hustle scheme, only what the cheddar bring
Hate, fake-niggaz, hoes, envy, greed, jealousy
Caint hate, what a nigga make, type of enemies
Smilin in my face but they really aint no friend to me
Caint wait, send ´em eight straight nine milli-mee
Aww hell naw, y´all niggaz aint feelin me!
Colt 45 e´rytime like Billy D
Sixty-five (?) leave through Tennessee
Quarter pound with the chron´ f*ckin wit my memory

[Hook: All]

[Hook 2: Fish Scales + (R. Prophit)]
Peanut butter (Rag-tops) - what´s f*ckin wit that?!
(String beans) pork chops - what´s f*ckin wit that?!
Dime sack (with the gnac´) - what´s f*ckin wit that?!
What´s f*ckin with that?! What´s f*ckin wit that?!
Every Chevy (on dubs) - what´s f*ckin wit that?!
(Jodi-Bodi) strip clubs - what´s f*ckin wit that?!
Nappy Roots (hey dawg) - what´s f*ckin wit that?!
What´s f*ckin wit that?! What´s f*ckin wit that?!

[Fish Scales]
Go down to the country, you will not want to 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 do not 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 yeah..

[R. Prophit]
From the side & 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 am a country boy (Huh?) Close the door (Huh?)
Clinton & Gore (Huh?) Y´all been warned (Huh?)
Guns & more - better hit the floor
Them yeggaz want ya cuz they comin in with them laws

[Fish Scales]
F*ck - yo life; buck - my chife
and I got my ride, fool, I am ready to ride
For my yeggaz I ama bring it to you dead or alive

[R. Prophit]
Yea that is 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 aint wit that, we can show you where the do´ at

[Hook: All]

[Hook 2]

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