Awnaw lyrics

Artist  : Nappy Roots 
Song : Awnaw



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Awwnaw!

[Hook]
Awnaw! Hell naw! Man
Y'all done up and done it
Awnaw! Hell naw! Boy
Y'all done up and done it
Awnaw! Hell naw! Boy
Y'all done up and done it
Ah, y'all done up and done it
Man y'all done up and done it

[Fish Scales]
My first song was like forty-eight bars with no
hook
You hear me flippin thru 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 hangin
over the faucets
No AC, Tez'll break a sweat just tryin to make
beats
E-Dubz was being a hustler, (Heeeyy man!)
all play flirtin all his customers, and flat
broke
Nappy smokin blacks out on the back po'ch
I'm thinkin I got everything a country boy could
ask for

[Big V]
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 cussin, but the hatred it made
us cuss more
Held on, but it was hard - stepped up, took
charge
Ran thru 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 them vertical grills on the ride!
And aw-awww-awww-awwwww!

[Repeat Hook over this part]
Them country boys
With them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical grills
And awwwwwwww!

[Saan/Skinny DeVille]
My yegga, 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 headin 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

[R Prophit]
I might, hop off the Harley, spoke mine like Bob
Marley
Not parties with charties, wallin like they
swallowin Bacardi
Them butter-skin, Prophit gotta like them
Understand you 'bout to lose ya life f**kin with
THEEEMM!

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!

[Repeat Hook over this part]
Them country boys
With them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical grills
And awwwwwwww!

Them country boys
With them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical grills
And awwwwwwww!
[Repeat]

Them country boys on the ride!
With them big fat wheels on the side!
Peep the vertical grills on the ride!
And aw-awww-awww-awwwww!
Them country boys
With them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical grills
And awwwwwwww!