Yo Alright It's that new Wooden Leather [Skinny DeVille] Yo, well it's a new day, full of them grits You cooked the Sunday meal at 6 Lets get it while
I got a job to do [Skinny Deville] I'm up early in the mornin 'fore the rooster gets to yawnin Last night The House of Blues was jumpin, Nappy Roots
microphones And every county 'cross the nation, every house and every basement Hustlers on street corners live by a beat that's constantly changin The one thing stays basic, Nappy Roots
place where blood spills and stains Filled with drug deals and gangs Yeagas with gold grills and thangs Drink up, fill ya tanks, spill ya drinks It's Nappy
s [Verse 1 - Skinny Deville] Skinny talkin bout that wood with that custom leather, bangin down I-65 Slaw and slum but dubs are better, who you think gon' keep it live? It's Nappy
throw your hands to the sky turn up the music just ride we representin right we are on a holiday we are because I am I am because we are Hey, its Nappy Roots
nails airbrushed Jade straight out the box, damn ne'er been touched Damn I'm feelin good, B lined me up Till we never seen a Pontiac diamond-toed Nappy Roots
vivid scene, diggin what I just seen Rolled up another one, still in a daze though Gassed up at the Mini-Mart, my mind on the country roads [Chorus 2x - Nappy Roots
The whole damn world is country... The whole damn world is country... [Skinny DeVille] Yo... Aww man, the grass done got green on the other side of
fuck and cum Top of the hill take a breath from her lungs (Country boys been over seas) Toppin' it off, London, Germany (Nappy Roots, Ying Yang we keep
[Chorus - Anthony Hamilton] I'm sick and tired of being critisized I'm sick and tired of barely gettin by I'm sick and tired of not livin right I'm sick
Hmmmmmmmm Well, well, well, well [Chorus] These walls are closin' in How long I'm supposed to grin I lost my will to win Forgive my sin, hmmmmmmmmmm
put my face See you got my attention for real in a major way Ain't no need to stop it girl go on keep boppin' girl [Hook - Nappy Roots] What is it that
[R. Prophet] Welcome [Chorus 4x - Nappy Roots] War/Peace, c'mon Nappy Love/Lust, now say it, Roots [R. Prophet] I got a telegram from a pelican Said
[Intro, spoken: B Stille] Wise words being spoke Huh Y'all know what it is Nap-Nappy Roots. Can I start this one off? Ok [Verse One-B. Stille] Each
[Big V] Yeah Country boys, Nappy Roots Lil' John, King of Crunk Y'all know this was comin Damn playa, here we go [Chorus - Nappy Roots] Whatcha gonna
do was fuck and cum Top of the hill take a breath from her lungs Country boys been over seas Toppin' it off, London, Germany (Nappy Roots, Ying Yang we
microphones And every county 'cross the nation, every house and every basement Hustlers on street corners live by a beat that's constantly changin' The one thing stays basic, nappy roots
