Heads Up lyrics

Artist  : Nappy Roots 
Song : Heads Up



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Use your head silly...

[Chorus]
Where
yo' head at?
Shawty, where yo' head
at?
Show me where yo' head at
Shawty, where
yo' head at? (that's all I know)

[B.
Stille]
Y'all ain't never heard of B. Stille,
the look that kills
Souped up coupe DeVille,
peep the vertical grills
Well Killa Cowboy
pull the dirty cowbell
Hell anyway ya do the
certified playa
The thickest, the thicker, the
better, the pick of the litter
The sicker the
chicken, the bigger the dick I deliver
The
kidney, the liver, the shiver, the give in her
BACK
Make the bigger the nigger deliver the
miggity-MACK!

[R. Prophit]
Y'all so
ridiculous, hoes all up in my businesses
Got
'em stuffin up my tennant biz
My friend is
here, don't come around actin shady
I warned
ya (Dick Tracy) like Warren Batey
Prophit hit
it, 2-3-4-5
Kicked it off, 6-7-8-9
from
behind, 10-11-12, I'm...
A glad man slingin
geni-taliaa..

[Hook: Big V + (Prophit) -
2X]
Want that, get that - (here we go
now)
Jump back, get back - (keep it goin
now)
Which one? this one - (think about it
now)
She gon' lemme cut that's all I
know

[Chorus - 2X]

[Ron
Clutch]
I'm bout to leave ya juice
joint
Drunk as a mug, drunk out his
mind
Too damn drunk to drive, jump out the
ride
Lookin for a chicken to pluck, with
plumped up thighs
Gotta be thicker than
Granny's gravy on the side
And when I get it
I'mma cut a big ol' chunky slice
And if I love
it, I'mma lick it like it's pumpkin pie
Now you
guys don't really wanna it, this is
countryfried
Now tell me whattcha really know
about the country side

[Skinny
DeVille]
I been in the wild slums po'
Now
won'chu tell me whattcha'll know about them
country folk
With all the chicken wing and
fish and the dirty spokes
My yeaga smoke,
betta sell and twank, and blowin smoke
(That
fool cool ain't a thang) Look how that Caddy
roll
On them twenty-two like Muddy (?) the
fuck and blow
We forever reppin 'Tucky and
e'rythang below
Skinny D, slum, Nappy's how
the stories roll,
we got that bump fo' sho'
(yea)

[Hook - 2X]

[Chorus -
2X]

[Big V]
Got the keys and we leavin,
didn't even see the laws
So do we believe
in?

[Scales]
Man these girls is bout
freakin
Suckin and fuckin and tusslin, for the
evenin, please believe 'em

[Big V]
Who's
that girl? Oh that girl
Somethin outta
magazine, curvy queen
Cross between, Britney,
Whitley (crispy!) Christy, Mya,
Pink

[Scales]
Aw, where yo' head at,
askin me where my bread at
Tell ya man that I
said that
Stop the askin me, and naggin me,
and harrassin me
for it be a
tragedy

[Big V]
Don't you know the damn
thang
They come to do the damn thang
For
they leave best believe they do the damn
thang

[Scales]
Scales throws
scragglers
Hooks 'em like hagglers
Don't
talk much the game is spectacular

[Hook -
2X]

[Chorus - 2X]

(Told you to use
your head silly [distorted
laughing])

Where yo' head at? I ain't
stutter
Getcha mind outta the gutter and pass
the butter
That's all I know, come on
She
gon' let me cut, that's all I know...
She gon'
let me cut, that's all I know.../