Hell naw, them country boys ain't headed south for six miles
Now, what we do to get here? Say dat boy
Y'all done up and done it
With them big fat wheels
Yo, ha ha Nappy Roots
Them country boys
Them country boys on the rise
(Awnaw, hell naw, man, y'all done up and done it)
Kentucky mud, them kinfolk, twankies with them hundred-spokes
Peep the vertical grills
With them big fat wheels on the side
Being here is alright but must believe we want more
Peep them vertical grills on the ride
Held on but it was hard, stepped up, took charge
With them big fat wheels on the side
Them country boys
And aww
Look at what we made of, hard times done made us
Hated for the cussin' but the hatred, it made us cuss more
With them big fat wheels
(Awnaw, hell naw, boy, y'all done up and done it)
The microphone was in the closet, what? No headphones, we lost it
Them country boys on the rise
Always flirtin' with all his customers and flat broke
With them big fat wheels
Them country boys
Glass filled to the tippy-top, back-seat Benz
(Y'all done up and done it, man, y'all done up and done it)
I might, hop off the Harley, smoke mine like Bob Marley
E-Dubz was being a hustler, hey man
Awnaw, hell naw, boy
Them butter skin, Prophit gutter like kin
Man, y'all done up and done it
Man, y'all done up and done it
Peep the vertical grills
Peep the vertical grills
A long time, a gravel road to cash and fame and sold my soul
With them big fat wheels on the side
Lay it down and bring it to ya raw, say dat boy
And aww
(Awnaw, hell naw, man, y'all done up and done it)
Understand you 'bout to lose ya life fuckin' with them
And aww
My first song was like forty-eight bars with no hook
Awnaw, hell naw, boy
Them country boys on the rise
Spent my last cent on the rent, left with pocket lints
Them country boys
No AC, Tez'll break a sweat just tryin' to make beats
Skullied on that front po'ch, plus you know they got 'dro
Publishers: 18TH AND VINE MUSIC PUBL., UNIVERSAL MUSIC CORP.
And aww
My yegga, we hogwild, bet that from that buddha to that toota-file
Peep the vertical grills
Niggas scared to get some water, roaches hangin' over the faucets
Nappy smokin' blacks out on the back porch
(Y'all done up and done it, man, y'all done up and done it)
Peep the vertical grills
Hey now we hurt some, suffered for more, takes what we work for
(Awnaw, hell naw, boy, man, y'all done up and done it)
And aww
Jimmy Crack Corn, cross the county line with Mary Jane
Songwriters: Melvin Adams, Ryan Anthony, James Chambers, William Hughes, Brian Scott
Block parties with shawties, wallin' like they swallowin' Bacardi
I'm thinkin' I got everything a country boy could ask for
Awnaw
Interstate 65 headed down that Cashville
And aww
Ran through what we scared of but what was we afraid for?
A damn shame, gotta grind anythang and everythang
And aww
(Awnaw, hell naw, boy, man, y'all done up and done it)
Them country boys
Peep the vertical grills on the ride
Seventy-nine coupe DeVille vertical Caddy grill
Man, y'all done up and done it
To Hell and back and back and forth with same jeans and nappy 'fro
With them big fat wheels
You hear me flippin' through my pages out my favorite notebook
Peep the vertical grills on the ride
(Awnaw, hell naw, boy, y'all done up and done it)
Awnaw, hell naw, boy
With them big fat wheels
And aww
Ah, y'all done up and done it