Awnaw (Modified/Clean Version) - Nappy Roots

Yeah haha Nappy Roots

Awwnaw

Awnaw hell naw man

Y'all went up and done it

Awnaw hell naw boy

Y'all went up and done it

Awnaw hell naw man

Y'all went up and done it

Y'all went up and done it man

Y'all went up and done it

My first song was like forty eight bars with no hook

You hear me flipping through my pages out my favorite notebook

The microphone was in the closet

What

No headphones we lost it

Niggas scared to get some water roaches hanging over the faucets

No AC Tez'll break a sweat just trying to make beats

E Dubz was being a hustler

Heeeyy man

All play flirting all his customers and flat broke

Nappy smoking blacks out on the back po'ch

I'm thinking I got everything a country boy can ask for

Now what we do to get here

Say dat boy

Lay it down and bring it to ya raw

Say dat boy

Hey now we hurt some suffered for more takes what we work for

Hated for for the cussing but the hatred it made us cuss more

Held on but it was hard stepped up took charge

Ran through what we scared up but what was we afraid for

Look what we made of heart that what made us

Being here is alright but must believe we won't fall

Them country boys on the rise

With them big fat wheels on the side

Peep the vertical grills on the ride

And aw awww awww awwwww

Them country boys

Awnaw hell naw man

Y'all went up and done it

Awnaw hell naw boy

Y'all went up and done it

Awnaw hell naw man

Y'all went up and done it

Y'all went up and done it man

Y'all went up and done it man

My ni**a we hogwild bet that from that roota to that toota file

Hell naw them country boys ain't headed south for six miles

Kentucky mud them kinfolk twankies with them hundred spokes

Skullied on that front po'ch plus you know they got 'dro

Seventy nine coupe DeVille vertical Caddy grill

Interstate 65 heading down to Cashville

Glass filled to the tippy top back seat Benz

Spent my last cent on the rent left with pocket lints

A damn shame gotta grind anythang and everythang

Jimmy Crack Corn cross the county line with Mary Jane

A long time a gravel road to cash and fame and sold my soul

To Hell and back and back and forth with same jeans and nappy 'fro

I might hop off the Harley smoke mine like Bob Marley

Not parties with shorties walling like they swallowing Bacardi

Them butter skin Prophit gotta like them

Understand you 'bout to lose ya life f**king with theeemm

Them country boys on the rise

With them big fat wheels on the side

Peep the vertical grill on the ride

And aw awww awww awwwww

Awnaw hell naw man

Y'all went up and done it

Awnaw hell naw boy

Y'all went up and done it

Awnaw hell naw man

Y'all went up and done it

And awwwwwwww

Them country boys

With them big fat wheels

Peep the vertical grill

And awwwwwwww

Them country boys on the ride

With them big fat wheels on the side

Peep the vertical grill on the ride

And aw awww awww awwwww

Them country boys

With them big fat wheels

Peep the vertical grill

And awwwwwwww