Nappy Roots - Country Boyz (Main Explicit Album Version) lyrics

(Hook: All) We just some country boys - country walk, country talk Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin off We just some country boys - country walk, country talk Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin off (B. Stille) Uhhh.. this n***a no games (games) With my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll chain (chain...) Doo-rag, heavy blue 'Lac - 65 South, don't drive it too fast (too fast) My n***as don't roll no billies Get a big box of them brown Dutches (brown Dutches) We don't want no brand new Cartel Brandon lemme get them keys to the Cutla** (Cutla**) 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. 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 f**! What's up? Grown standin - only rap to them grown women (grown women) Stay high, we'll play shy, least till I can get home wittem Shorty whattchu thinkin? Whattchu drinkin? - thinkin it is what it ain't I cain't be trickin, so don't be trippin, thinkin I can't when I cain't Come on.. (Hook: All) (Skinny DeVille) n***a hooked it up, like the waitress from the IHOP Nothin but the grits, steak, and 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 (sh** done seem) Craziest muh'f**er, what y'all n***as do for cream Never knock the hustle scheme, only what the cheddar bring Hate, fake-n***as, hoes, envy, greed, jealousy Cain't hate, what a n***a make, type of enemies Smilin in my face but they really ain't no friend to me Cain't wait, send em eight straight nine milli-mee Aww hell naw, y'all n***as ain't feelin me! Colt 45 e'rytime like Billy D Sixty-five (?) leave through Tennessee Quarter pound with the chron' f**in wit my memory (Hook: All) (Hook 2: Fish Scales + (R. Prophit)) Peanut bu*ter (Rag-tops) - what's f**in wit that?! (String beans) pork chops - what's f**in wit that?! Dime sack (with the gnac') - what's f**in wit that?! What's f**in with that?! What's f**in wit that?! Every Chevy (on dubs) - what's f**in wit that?! (Jodi-Bodi) strip clubs - what's f**in wit that?! Nappy Roots (hey dawg) - what's f**in wit that?! What's f**in wit that?! What's f**in wit that?! (Fish Scales) Go down to the country, you won't wanna 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 don't want none-a that Keep - my nine - right beside me, at all times Cuz I be in the line, like somma these n***as you find Don't want you to shine, right yea.. (R. Prophit) From the side and 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'm a country boy (Huh?) Close the door (Huh?) Clinton and Gore (Huh?) Y'all been warned (Huh?) Guns and more - better hit the floor Them yeggaz want ya cuz they comin in with them laws (Fish Scales) f** - yo life; buck - my chife 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 You a nasty hoe, ya betta show that Got a quiet lil' spot we can go at And if you ain't wit that, we can show you where the do' at (Hook: All) (Hook 2) (music to fade)