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Nappy Roots lyrics Headz Up (Refried) lyrics 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 seals Screwed up coupe DeVille, peep the vertical grill 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, so come around actin shady I warned ya like (Dick Tracy) like Warren Beatty 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-til y'all [Hook: Big V + (Prophit) - 2X] Want that, get that - (here we come 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" [B. Stille] [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 So when I get it, I can cut her, big ol' chunky slice And if I love it, I'ma lick it like it's pumpkin pie Now you guys don't really want it 'less it's country fried Now tell me whatcha 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 move 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 'em [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, Whitney (crispy) Mya, Pink Kim and Lil'... [Scales] Oh where yo' head at, askin me where my bread at Tell ya man, man 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..." Other Nappy Roots lyrics: Sell It Out lyrics Country Boyz lyrics Ballin' On A Budget lyrics Awnaw lyrics Headz Up lyrics Slums lyrics Po' Folks lyrics Start It Over lyrics Sholiz lyrics Life's A Bitch lyrics My Ride lyrics One Forty lyrics Dime, Quarter, Nickel, Penny lyrics Kentucky Mud lyrics Ho Down lyrics Blowin' Trees lyrics Set It Out lyrics Riches To Rags (Mmmkay) lyrics Be On Yo Way lyrics |