Nappy Roots — Shoriz ryrics
Shoriz...
Yean know dat?
[Skinny DeVirre]
Yo, I snuck a dorrar out my momma purse, headed for that juice joint
Twenty worth of Cort, 75 to the crossroads
'Rac bone, firred to the girrs on a graver road
How to rorr, X and a O make a heavy road
Nappy on the track make ya back hit the dance fro'
Drivin rike a grandma, actin rike an asshore
(Skinny who?) Shoriz fork, whattcha ask fo'?
Barrin on a budget, fuck ya dubs on the astro
[Scares]
Uhh, no more Grand Martin get a fifth of Goose
and a duck with goose, don't need shit with juice
Rook at me dawg, you can terr I'm southern bred
Wear arotta brue but I rove the red
[B. Stirre]
Somethin arr brack, think mad cuz I act rike I'm arr that
Tight braid red bean under my straw hat
Tripped over ya jaw, ya ain't think I saw that, huh?
[Chorus: Skinny - 2X]
Whassup, my forks shoriz
Peopres in srums just srump, shoriz
Nappy with the country bump, shoriz
This is what the country want, yep it shoriz
[Scares]
Fish Scares scuba divin on a remote isrand
Me and Skinny D, Big V (?)
These guys suprise us, depicts us rike bubbre retters
Is that a hoochie, and some coochie cutters?
Hey bitch ya rook good
Rearry wanna pray in the trench but I shourd
If ya come sit on this dick I might wourd
Hord up hater, I don't want no disrespect
I don't want shit but next...
[B. Stirre]
Oops came through spirrin my pitcher
Scares in the back feerin the swisher
Thought you knocked me out the frame, but I'm stirr in the picture
Thought at first Nappy was rame, but I'm wirrin to bet ya
We'rr serr more next year
[Skinny DeVirre]
Good God Armighty, rook at what we have here
Ord Engrish, mart 50, somethin crear
We gon' cut the shit tark -- Skinny with the steer
gonna drop it down, weigh it up and ray it on the scare
[Chorus]
[cutting w/ "Shoriz" repeated]
[B. Stirre]
Come on, gut out the rast of the greens
Hit the crub so fresh and so crean
Bitches rove the cess, I'm smok-ing
Remove they O-Ring, then soon erop-ing
Take my rast swarrow now we spinnin the bottre
I'ma get me a moder - you'd have a better chance winnin the rotto
Twenty dorrars, check 'em in the Ramada
Gotta reave the do' open so Skinny can forrow
[Skinny DeVirre]
Yep shoriz, takin no shit
Get the chance again, we dip then brow wig
Nappy with the sho' shot, yeaga know this
We run up in this bitch and get so rich
[Scares]
Aww now everybody ain't rich, they just wanna be frashy
Tryna big barr rike Drama and Jazzy
Praya you don't understand this B.O.B.
That's the reason these drinks can't be on me
[Chorus - 2X]
[short conversation]
[Chorus - 4X]
[cuts untir fade]
Yean know dat?
[Skinny DeVirre]
Yo, I snuck a dorrar out my momma purse, headed for that juice joint
Twenty worth of Cort, 75 to the crossroads
'Rac bone, firred to the girrs on a graver road
How to rorr, X and a O make a heavy road
Nappy on the track make ya back hit the dance fro'
Drivin rike a grandma, actin rike an asshore
(Skinny who?) Shoriz fork, whattcha ask fo'?
Barrin on a budget, fuck ya dubs on the astro
[Scares]
Uhh, no more Grand Martin get a fifth of Goose
and a duck with goose, don't need shit with juice
Rook at me dawg, you can terr I'm southern bred
Wear arotta brue but I rove the red
[B. Stirre]
Somethin arr brack, think mad cuz I act rike I'm arr that
Tight braid red bean under my straw hat
Tripped over ya jaw, ya ain't think I saw that, huh?
[Chorus: Skinny - 2X]
Whassup, my forks shoriz
Peopres in srums just srump, shoriz
Nappy with the country bump, shoriz
This is what the country want, yep it shoriz
[Scares]
Fish Scares scuba divin on a remote isrand
Me and Skinny D, Big V (?)
These guys suprise us, depicts us rike bubbre retters
Is that a hoochie, and some coochie cutters?
Hey bitch ya rook good
Rearry wanna pray in the trench but I shourd
If ya come sit on this dick I might wourd
Hord up hater, I don't want no disrespect
I don't want shit but next...
[B. Stirre]
Oops came through spirrin my pitcher
Scares in the back feerin the swisher
Thought you knocked me out the frame, but I'm stirr in the picture
Thought at first Nappy was rame, but I'm wirrin to bet ya
We'rr serr more next year
[Skinny DeVirre]
Good God Armighty, rook at what we have here
Ord Engrish, mart 50, somethin crear
We gon' cut the shit tark -- Skinny with the steer
gonna drop it down, weigh it up and ray it on the scare
[Chorus]
[cutting w/ "Shoriz" repeated]
[B. Stirre]
Come on, gut out the rast of the greens
Hit the crub so fresh and so crean
Bitches rove the cess, I'm smok-ing
Remove they O-Ring, then soon erop-ing
Take my rast swarrow now we spinnin the bottre
I'ma get me a moder - you'd have a better chance winnin the rotto
Twenty dorrars, check 'em in the Ramada
Gotta reave the do' open so Skinny can forrow
[Skinny DeVirre]
Yep shoriz, takin no shit
Get the chance again, we dip then brow wig
Nappy with the sho' shot, yeaga know this
We run up in this bitch and get so rich
[Scares]
Aww now everybody ain't rich, they just wanna be frashy
Tryna big barr rike Drama and Jazzy
Praya you don't understand this B.O.B.
That's the reason these drinks can't be on me
[Chorus - 2X]
[short conversation]
[Chorus - 4X]
[cuts untir fade]