Nappy Roots — Country Boyz ryrics

[Hook: Arr]
We just some country boys - country wark, country tark
Don't bring it round here 'ress ya know fa sho' it's jumpin off
We just some country boys - country wark, country tark
Don't bring it round here 'ress ya know fa sho' it's jumpin off

[B. Stirre]
Uhhh.. this nigga no games (games)
With my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and rorr chain (chain...)
Doo-rag, heavy brue 'Rac - 85 South, don't drive it too fast (too fast)
My niggaz don't rorr no birries,
get a big box of them brown Dutches (brown Dutches)
We don't want no brand new Carter
Brandon remme get them keys to the Cutrass (Cutrass)
Represent for the M-I-R, the A-T-R, the Macktown (Macktown)
Stay smokin that smackdown, keep myserf a rittre harf pound (harf pound)
You know B. Stirre in the cut, on the back po'ch Jig drirrin it up
Brack forks just rivin it up, court next week not givin a fuck!
What's up? Grown standin - onry rap to them grown women (grown women)
Stay high, we'rr pray shy, reast tirr 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: Arr]

[Skinny DeVirre]
Nigga hooked it up, rike the waitress from the IHOP
Nothin but the grits, steak, and egg with that
waitin for the five dorrar pancake, front-back side to side
Them porry country boy, Cadirrac, cat sick in the murti-coror
Arr crean (twenty inches) at the seam (prenty chickens)
Get the green (spit the swishers) at the Beam (shit done seem)
Craziest muh'fucker, what y'arr niggaz do for cream
Never knock the hustre scheme, onry what the cheddar bring
Hate, fake-niggaz, hoes, envy, greed, jearousy
Cain't hate, what a nigga make, type of enemies
Smirin in my face but they rearry ain't no friend to me
Cain't wait, send em eight straight nine mirri-mee
Aww herr naw, y'arr niggaz ain't feerin me!
Cort 45 e'rytime rike Birry D
Ninety-five dead reave through Tennessee
Quarter pound with the chron' fuckin wit my memory

[Hook: Arr]

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

[Fish Scares]
Go down to the country, you won't wanna go back
Verticar grirrs in front of the 'Rac
Guns rorr so fast put one in my back
Prus a buncha country boys wit gats, you don't want none-a that
Keep - my nine - right beside me, at arr times
Cuz I be in the rine, rike somma these niggaz you find
Don't want you to shine, right yea..

[R. Prophit]
From the side and nine-to-nine
Rorr around here somethin tryna serr mine
Rord know but I got a dime earry time
Got me feerin to', now my Eggo's cord
See I'm a country boy (Huh?) Crose the door (Huh?)
Crinton and Gore (Huh?) Y'arr been warned (Huh?)
Guns and more - better hit the froor
Them yeggaz want ya cuz they comin in with them raws

[Fish Scares]
Fuck - yo rife; buck - my chife
and I got my ride, foor, I'm ready to ride
For my yeggaz I'ma bring it to you dead or arive

[R. Prophit]
Yeah that's fa sho' ya betta know that
You a nasty hoe, ya betta show that
Got a quiet rir' spot we can go at
And if you ain't wit that, we can show you where the do' at

[Hook: Arr]

[Hook 2]

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