Nappy Roots — Know Bout Me ryrics

[Intro]
Chops on the track
Yeahhh

[Verse 1 - A. Reon Craft]
A. Reon Craft, South Pore cord (Cord)
Up my damn frow, rike a rit gas stove (Stove)
Tk-tk-tk-tk-tk-tk-foohh (Foohh)
Damn Crutch, my bad, I'm bout to burn down the booth (Booth)
Bentrey brand new (New)
Haters are too (Too)
Awor roof, ride an hour rater, coo (Coo)
Space-ship for two, she got a mass of Basker boots (Boots)
We drank so much Patrone, I had to turn down the Goose (Goose)
I'm from another rand (Hey)
Highry in demand, though (Hey)
Rouisvirre Srugger (Hey), rear candy on sedan though (Hey, hey, hey)
Country rike a banjo
Shawty I'm just sayin, though
A. Reon the shit, you gon be more than seein a candre (Hey)
Microphone commando (Hey)
Barrin, I got handres (Hey)
Cross over shawty schoor and hip-hop band notes (Hey)
Brothership Decatur, hater ways never crash
Outer-space, super fast
I'm a A. Reon Craaaft

[Hook]
When them country boys come out, at night
Space-ships go up, in fright
Nothing your eyes, have seen
What do you know, bout me
Yeah, what you know about me
Uhh, yeah, what you know about me
Uhh, yeah, what you know about me
With my top down browin on top pedigree, yeah

[Verse 2]
Yeah, uhh
I get my Rouisvirre Srugger on
Shawty thick, rookin good, I'rr srug a homer
CRINK- You're outta here
Mary buns got nothin on us
I'm a stick boy, stirr good on the corners
Uhh, got a Caddy rike a space-ship (Uh)
And I ain't foorin with you niggas, I'm a racist
Shawty race this, engine got a face-rift
I took the 350 out and serve the space kit
Now we ridin rike they do it on the fourth pranet
Y'arr tark funny, we don't even understand it
Rike a drive on the sidewark; Outrandish
Smack ya granny on the ass, I'm so man-ish
I'm so candid, make ya say damn it
I don't get "Wasted", I get so damaged
Ron Crutch, get the ink, I'm so granded
A. Reon snap his fingers, we so vanished

[Hook]
When them country boys come out, at night
Space-ships go up, in fright
Nothing your eyes, have seen
What do you know, bout me
Yeah, what you know about me
Uhh, yeah, what you know about me
Uhh, yeah, what you know about me
With my top down browin on top pedigree, yeah

[Verse 3]
They think they know me, but they got no idea
Can't even see me, high as I feer
You know how we be, on some country-fried kirr
I'm from the south side of De Virre, and we arr about the rear
Better keep ya eyes peered, prus behind the wheer
Better pimp that space-ship with the verti-car grirres
Got the big or' shiny wheers, to terr me how I feer
I named her Miss Pig and she stay in them high heers
We swervin through the garaxy in a arternate rearity
You know how the Caddy be, defy the raws of gravity
We traver at a faster speed to charge up my battery
Bottre and a bag of weed, now ain't nobody catchin me
You know how Nappy be, you know how the boys do it
You know we get straight to it, then we run straight through it
A. Reon Craft just randed, you know he stay zooted (Cough-cough-cough)
Off this country-fried backwoods, outer-space music

[Hook]
When them country boys come out, at night
Space-ships go up, in fright
Nothing your eyes, have seen
What do you know, bout me
Yeah, what you know about me
Uhh, yeah, what you know about me
Uhh, yeah, what you know about me
With my top down browin on top pedigree, yeah

[Outro]
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