now if the world was my oyster baby girl everyday could be red lobster and you would be draped in pearls but it's not read the front page herald we need help sometime i wish i could save the world till death i wonder if there's any heros left quiet is kept won't hold my breath land of the slaves, home of the graves of war aids, young aids, gone crazed these military ways in a flak scene
love and basketball blood and alcohol cryin' my eyes out as i watch the tower fall nowhere is safe, comfort is a coffin man lookin' out the window duckin' and crawlin' man daddy your son is callin' man look at this broken man with broken plans thankfull as hell we holdin' hands now i'm feelin' love used to livin' it up not givin' a fuck, livin's enough
you got to stand for something
how about some hardcore save the world around the globe in ninety days hell on earth they say its nintey-nine ways to meet your maker, dare the devil and i bet you be brave it's just a phase like in puberty at school to be crazed i got the classroom bully on my list to behave and if he cant then i'ma show him what it means to be saved i'm just a nerd on my last straw bout ten of this my last call my self esteem extended like this planet bout to blast off 3 - 2 - 1 feel the black planet I'm like damn is that granite that I could be a rapper, a hobo, or some mechanic that I could be a failure, in fact thats how I planned it cause I could never say the whole world is too demanding and I could never video shoes I couldnt handle it so what if i tried to just do scales and not dibs and i settled every god in the crib untill then just prepared for this war to begin so you could stand up
you got to stand for something (so you can stand up) you got to stand for something (understand) you got to stand for something (but nothing)
mentally still they whippin' us 30 lashes ain't no love, ain't no sympathy them dirty bastards be washin' our brains with chemicals it's subliminal leaving our sight impaired but its right there in plain view claim you pack a pistol but the missles are already aimed to shoot one push of a button and this whole goddamn game is through all of a sudden there's mushroom clouds evacuate the crowd it's too late, it contaminates the unborn child the symptoms are mild but contagious without protection its infecting all ages soon your body's going through stages all at once the machine rages
right now (contaminate the planet, do it) right now (no time is better than the present) right now (we got to see some homie make it) right now (im tired of this now) right now (exterminate the planet, do it) right now (no time is better than the present) right now (we got to see some homie make it) right now (the time is now)
Smoked the bong to the bang and got crunk Shorty with the thong and the chain's about to get nutty From my song my hands, I ain't tryna be ya buddy Let a player cut somethin *scratching* Now it's on anything that got drunk Skully took it strong to the brain, and I'm talkin dirty to this broad, "where yo' mayne?" Think about it, till early in the mo'nin, bout 7:30 Get it on with the Philly, light the blunt and hell it's on If ya tryna hit me, then hit me on my cella-phone Really homes, take a hunnie with the silicone Tighter than an S-Type sittin right on plenty chrome Strong in the game, but not to play with anyone Yeaga like to dance, but not just to any song Gotta be the one, that rep well clear from "No perm, no fade, no brush, no comb"
[Hook: Skinny] - 2X Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out) Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out) Broke somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out) Broke, drank, cut, what (set it out)
[Skinny DeVille] Made the next call for the drink, the drink; straight to the head Stuck on the wall, thumbtack, but what I shoulda did Focus on the sack and sip just a little bit Blame it on the Jack D, get back to the chick Look I'm a mack, I think ya ass fulla shit It ain't the way ya talkin broad, who ya think ya foolin wit? Any nigga off the street, he game, school the chick A hoe is a hoe fa sho', and any shoe'll fit Call it what you want, blunt lit in the club crunk Drunk than a muh'fucker, split tryna cut somethin Quick now us want somethin, and the broad lookin thick Whattchu think he slicker than the liquor tryna move his dick?
We just some country boys - country walk, country talk Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin off We just some country boys - country walk, country talk Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin off
[B. Stille] Uhhh.. this nigga no games (games) With my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll chain (chain...) Doo-rag, heavy blue 'Lac - 85 South, don't drive it too fast (too fast) My niggaz don't roll no billies, get a big box of them brown Dutches (brown Dutches) We don't want no brand new Cartel Brandon lemme get them keys to the Cutlass (Cutlass) Represent for the M-I-L, the A-T-L, the Macktown (Macktown) Stay smokin that smackdown, keep myself a little half pound (half pound) You know B. Stille in the cut, on the back po'ch Jig drillin it up Black folks just livin it up, court next week not givin a fuck! What's up? Grown standin - only rap to them grown women (grown women) Stay high, we'll play shy, least till I can get home wittem Shorty whattchu thinkin? Whattchu drinkin? - thinkin it is what it ain't I cain't be trickin, so don't be trippin, thinkin I can't when I cain't Come on..
[Hook: All]
[Skinny DeVille] Nigga hooked it up, like the waitress from the IHOP Nothin but the grits, steak, and egg with that waitin for the five dollar pancake, front-back side to side Them polly country boy, Cadillac, cat sick in the multi-color All clean (twenty inches) at the seam (plenty chickens) Get the green (spit the swishers) at the Beam (shit done seem) Craziest muh'fucker, what y'all niggaz do for cream Never knock the hustle scheme, only what the cheddar bring Hate, fake-niggaz, hoes, envy, greed, jealousy Cain't hate, what a nigga make, type of enemies Smilin in my face but they really ain't no friend to me Cain't wait, send em eight straight nine milli-mee Aww hell naw, y'all niggaz ain't feelin me! Colt 45 e'rytime like Billy D Ninety-five (?) leave through Tennessee Quarter pound with the chron' fuckin wit my memory
[Fish Scales] Go down to the country, you won't wanna go back Vertical grills in front of the 'Lac Guns roll so fast put one in my back Plus a buncha country boys wit gats, you don't want none-a that Keep - my nine - right beside me, at all times Cuz I be in the line, like somma these niggaz you find Don't want you to shine, right yea..
[R. Prophit] From the side and nine-to-nine Roll around here somethin tryna sell mine Lord know but I got a dime early time Got me feelin to', now my Eggo's cold See I'm a country boy (Huh?) Close the door (Huh?) Clinton and Gore (Huh?) Y'all been warned (Huh?) Guns and more - better hit the floor Them yeggaz want ya cuz they comin in with them laws
[Fish Scales] Fuck - yo life; buck - my chife and I got my ride, fool, I'm ready to ride For my yeggaz I'ma bring it to you dead or alive
[R. Prophit] Yeah that's fa sho' ya betta know that You a nasty hoe, ya betta show that Got a quiet lil' spot we can go at And if you ain't wit that, we can show you where the do' at
I'm just a, big bang baller on a budget Dank weed, smokin like "fuck it" City slicker, country nigga, reppin straight from Kentucky Horseshoes and rabbit paws flossin, chicken closs for the lucky 40 flowers, Range Rovers, so they know the tailpipe's rusted
[Big V] Country cookin, dog fightin, big-body ridin Chillin like a mug in Western Kentuck', showin love Summertime a funner time, smoke and gunner time Sippin Sprite and somethin dark, every fuckin time
[Scales] Uhh, okay watch how the po' folk ball Stomp through to mall in my overalls, the black Girbaud No pager, no cellphone, no access at all Just a pack of Dutch Masters and a pint of alcohol
[Skinny DeVille] My hooptie, with a down crew like Boots said You don't +Perm+, +Fuck a+ fade let my hair swang back and forth like a germ Ill nigga with sick shit, pull out this and stick it in this thick chick Baby mama drama, child support court and ain't worth the biscuit
[Chorus: Skinny] Whattcha know about them backwood country folk? Whattcha know about the 'Lac bone hundred spoke? Jimmy Crack Corn; no fade, no comb Whattcha know about ballin on a budget bro? I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga) I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga) I'm just ballin on a budget yeaga (yeaga) It's the N the A the P-P-Y
[B. Stille] Pull up, dead horns on the hood of my truck Kentucky Mud on my shoes and my socks Hungry Jack, pheffer tryna stuff some food in my gut Country cat in the cowboy hat I'm front to back put the house on that
[Ron Clutch] Candied yams, chitlins, greens, and smoked country ham Chicken wings, cornbread, gran in the kitchen throwin down Eat good, tryna smoke somethin, run up on a pound Roll somethin, gut a vega tryna stuff it with a ounce
[Big V] Hummin, mama cookin that mean it's Sunday mo'nin Half a pint of bootleg gin, it keep my goin Fat knot, (?) , bad daylight Cigars and happy bags, man we stay right
[Scales] Aww man, we go back, like sweet pickle book clubs Nigga that was good love, summertime bathin in a foot tub Damn that shit hurt, and my jams in that shirt Atari 26, one stick, never worked
[Chorus: Skinny]
[B. Stille] Comin up in the woods, all I did was run barefoot Ne'er could comb my hair good My hairline grew like ten pound vines 'Tween my rib and my underware It's still a thin brown line, shit
[Big V] Chores did, and ma work out on the clothin line Cool as shit, country boys out on the grind River views, picknic, big ticks covered the place Folks visit, and make it apparent to come back again
[Scales] Look here, see I smoke like a fire and a drink like a fish That's it, ecstasy just ain't on my list No comb, no brush, no fade, no pick No shit, no hair and you get no dick
[B. Stille] Now we love them gals that love themselves, them southern belles Them Clydesdale Kentucky gals, with muddy tails We cut them gals, no veils, no wedding bells Trick on cheap hotels, KY gels and nothin else
[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 fuckin 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!
[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 (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-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"
[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 wanna it, this is countryfied 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, 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
sample is cut up] "Please baby, please don't leave"
[R. Prophit] We rappers in the slums.. alright.. Let's get this motherfucker crunkin from Kentucky to Baghdad Ya pops was always gone but that didn't make him a bad dad We still managed to eat, and come to think wattn't half bad But Doug was always humerous bout the things they would never have Now I was born in Oakland better known as the Cold Town Done seen too many folk down, some put the soul down Done heard my momma cryin if I knew what I know now I'd pro'ly have to greet the party room with the fo' pound I'm tryna keep my head on straight to keep me from catchin in case I feel my insides burnin, musta swallowed all twenty-eight I'm drinkin milk with magnesium, but still I ain't feelin straight Some mo' had murdered my granddad over real-estate
[Hook: R. Prophit w/ sample playing in background] Rappers in the slums... rappers in the slums... Rappers in the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww... Rappers in the slums... rappers in the slums... Rappers in the slums... aww, aww, aww, aww...
[Big V] Puffy, if I put it out - sucky, if I pull it out Ohh me, ya better kick it out, or ya livin in a haunted house Ran how you tried to run, came how you tried to come Did what you couldn't do, difference between me and you Slum for a while now, country for a lifetime Cool is what I choose to be, but that ain't what I used to be Muddy waters couldn't drown a nigga, bloodhounds on the trail for real Shakin up this rap shit, givin niggaz hell for real Turn a hold the dog deal, mucus and you hearin right National Geographic ain't, fuckin with this wildlife Hissin; I'm finna strike, rattlin; I'm finna bite Hell with a blue light, fuckin with no rooms tonight!
[Hook - 2X]
[Scales] Now once again, you see me layin down the law These cowards tryna catch me like my hustle gotta fall Bitch I'm Southern bred That's where you break it down to raw and then you flush the rest I said you break it down to raw and then you flush the rest And I ain't playin witcha'll haters since y'all fucked up my order Got me playin with a gram, coulda been up to a quarter Now my cousin, called me up and said he finally did it Graduated from a handheld, to primary digits Cuz in the slums we don't work we just grind and gamble Guarunteed I got that shit, niggaz dyin to sample Now whattchu know about that work from the states of Georgia Cook so thick, collard, grits and water (we in the slums!)
[Chorus] All my life been po' But it really don't matter no mo' And they wonder why we act this way Nappy Boys gon' be okay All my life been po' But it really don't matter no mo' And they wonder why we act this way Nappy Roots gon' be okay, okay
[Big V] We came in the game, plain ya see Average man when the rest was ashamed to be Nappy head and all, ain't no changin me Ooooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh... So rough it was, downright wrong I tell ya Nobody never gave us nothin but tough time and made us somethin Different stretch of road, new somethin to see Every state on the map, a different somethin to eat Daps and handshakes, it meant nuttin for real Everybody makin a killin man, showin no feelins Walkin off collectin pay, it's the way of the world Can't change it, so I guess I'm gon' pray for the world Sometimes I ask myself, was I made for the world? I scream this to you, and I say it to the world Nappy then, Nappy now - Nappy for a bit Knee-deep, head over heels in this country shit!
[Chorus]
[Skinny DeVille] Even though I picture better days, I'm thankful for the chance I got to say amen The Lord done blessed me with his grace, I wish this day would never end We represent the slums, where we from, we feel they bump Polish shot off on these presidents, and hardtimes they go and come Some take up off, without the chance, to make it at all Who woulda thought Skinny'd be the one that's, makin this call Lord, help me out, tell me where I went wrong I'm tryna find a righteous path, although it's, never been long I gotta do it for my sons, they tellin me, "
Fell in the dump, it's about a quarter past twelve (twelve) Skinny with the rest of Nappy comin as well (well) Any nigga in this bitch ain't confident in his gal (gal) Gonna lose it shortly after it, soon as ya put it past her We "50 Playaz Deep" in this bitch, like Drunken Master How long you think them fine days was really gonna last for? We slow and slum, you young and dumb, and clueless to disaster We creepin on ya faster than a buzzard on ya bastards Step - introduce myself, Skinny the country rapper Like hundred spoke, we tighter with that game than Sunday Pastor And the second step; I leave her mesmorized and then I blast her Mind up out the solar system with this country pimpin Plus the third dimension, need to stop look and listen We twenty-inchin to the telly plus we on a mission Skinny bigger fishin, to the well and Moby Dickin Step fo', lemme show ya how we get to dippin Count 'em
[Chorus: R. Prophit] Slide on up and tap her shoulder (what?) Get in her mind and try to mold her (huh?) Back on up, let me show ya (how?) Now start it over Slide on up and tap her shoulder (what?) Get in her mind and try to mold her (huh?) Back on up, now let me show ya (aww awright) I'm ready fo' her
[R. Prophit] I'ma spit it real life for ya, not cuttin no bakin soda Bet a thousand playa, now watch me make my quota This is for the pimps and playaz that practice yoga All it takes is a couple of shots and off with yo' gut Rollin in the new cotton-toed now scoot over Banana seeds is nice, baby please come closer Really wettin knots in chemistry Just a fan of MTV, now I guess the hoe en-vy me Dropped my bow, saw her bobbin her head to the beat Ol' lighty-skinned petite, ol' seductive freak She's a bad motherfucker, had ya walkin the bee Girl, where ya change at? Girl it cost to eat I feel ya dawg, Prophit never loved these hoes Never went to buy no clothes at the mall and chose to stay hard Was tryna leave my knees when weak Weavin through two plugs, took it out and shot on her mink
[Chorus: R. Prophit]
[B. Stille] Nappy gon' do it to ya like it ain't been done before Hardcore, all fours, on the floor, up against the door
[Big V] Give her the telly key and room number to where we be tonight Aim to please tonight, tryna freak tonight
[BS] Aww man I'm so thirsty could drink a pint [BV] Man I'm so hungry could eat a dyke, you hear me hollarin? [BS] I heard ya right, dirty minds; they think alike [BV] Us two guys in here, you know ya got to get live in here (True!) [BV] I wanna put it deep in yo... (ooohh!) [BS] Horizontal, diagonal, vertical, Viagra [BS] Magnum, Sir Magnus, on the matress [BV] Whylin in it, every which-a-way [BV] With this dick get it, situated [BV] Big V sophisticated with B., don't stop [BS] Get it get it, here kitty kitty [BS] Hump it like a dog, lick it like a frog [BV] Question; is it wet enough (yeah!) lemme check it (yeah!) [BS] She gettin spun like this Nappy Root record - disrespect it
Yes sir... Nappy Roots... Well.. I gotta go.. Aww.. alright..
[R. Prophit] I find myself up in the sky again, fly-in So sincere, my dear, when I leave I cry within It's lonesome here, candy painted oh so clear Represent the slums, Nappy through most of the year (Nappy Roots!) Shouts out to Aaliyah, live the life and very career On my wall I gotcha picture, God pray witcha It's all on us, Nappy Boys 'In God We Trust' Regardless what, this ya boy R. Prophit whassup?!
[Hook: Big V] Nappy head and all, is the life for me Grab my yea and we blowin trees This is the life God chose for me, chose for me Nappy head and all, is the life for me Grab my yea and we blowin trees This is the life God chose for me, chose for me, chose for me
[Ron Clutch] I love my applecorn home, gave my favorite brush away Went from baldheaded to all-dreaded, to just enough to braid It could be my lucky day, Nappy shirted up the shades Think I'm frontin, I'm cuttin somethin.. with my trucks and blades
[Scales] Let that man speak, step up - grab all my meat Greet you with my balls and my word in every handshake You damn straight, you worthless queer, price this landscape Awake, to a plate - of a homemade pancake Used to picture myself at the NFL Draft I just couldn't remove the lens cap but I still kept my mouthpiece and my chinstrap
[Ron Clutch] I dread it all for a pimp hat Big body hog, new rag-top, pitch black
[Big V talking] Being average is ok, being different is alright Long as you stay in your means Then you know you keepin it real with yo'self And that's Nappy right there...
[Skinny DeVille] Yo, I snuck a dollar out my momma purse, headed for that juice joint Twenty worth of Colt, 75 to the crossroads 'Lac bone, filled to the gills on a gravel road How to roll, X and a O make a heavy load Nappy on the track make ya back hit the dance flo' Drivin like a grandma, actin like an asshole (Skinny who?) Sholiz folk, whattcha ask fo'? Ballin on a budget, fuck ya dubs on the astro
[Scales] Uhh, no more Grand Martin get a fifth of Goose and a duck with goose, don't need shit with juice Look at me dawg, you can tell I'm southern bred Wear alotta blue but I love the red
[B. Stille] Somethin all black, think mad cuz I act like I'm all that Tight braid red bean under my straw hat Tripped over ya jaw, ya ain't think I saw that, huh?
[Chorus: Skinny - 2X] Whassup, my folks sholiz Peoples in slums just slump, sholiz Nappy with the country bump, sholiz This is what the country want, yep it sholiz
[Scales] Fish Scales scuba divin on a remote island Me and Skinny D, Big V (?) These guys suprise us, depicts us like bubble letters Is that a hoochie, and some coochie cutters? Hey bitch ya look good Really wanna play in the trench but I should If ya come sit on this dick I might would Hold up hater, I don't want no disrespect I don't want shit but next...
[B. Stille] Oops came through spillin my pitcher Scales in the back feelin the swisher Thought you knocked me out the frame, but I'm still in the picture Thought at first Nappy was lame, but I'm willin to bet ya We'll sell more next year
[Skinny DeVille] Good God Almighty, look at what we have here Old English, malt 50, somethin clear We gon' cut the shit talk Skinny with the steel gonna drop it down, weigh it up and lay it on the scale
[Chorus]
[cutting w/ "Sholiz" repeated]
[B. Stille] Come on, gut out the last of the greens Hit the club so fresh and so clean Bitches love the cess, I'm smok-ing Remove they O-Ring, then soon elop-ing Take my last swallow now we spinnin the bottle I'ma get me a model - you'd have a better chance winnin the lotto Twenty dollars, check 'em in the Ramada Gotta leave the do' open so Skinny can follow
[Skinny DeVille] Yep sholiz, takin no shit Get the chance again, we dip then blow wig Nappy with the sho' shot, yeaga know this We run up in this bitch and get so rich
[Scales] Aww now everybody ain't rich, they just wanna be flashy Tryna big ball like Drama and Jazzy Playa you don't understand this B.O.B. That's the reason these drinks can't be on me
(talking) Aye man, I wonder what's gon' happen the minute my cash get dropped You ever thought about that Skinny? Nope? Shit what about you Scales mayne? I'm-I'm unsure mayne I got alotta, lotta question that need to be answered True we all got questions, but dawg I got questions I got a lot on my mind, just just just get me a blunt man, just fire it up man Man...
(Big V) Now fire up the weed, cuz one day I'm gon' pro'ly burn The Ten Commandments in life, never my concern Thing on my mind was, "get 'em, fore they get you" Thing on my mind was, "stick 'em fore they stick you" That's why niggaz know, I'm bout the game before peace Cuz being free-hearted that's where it leave you deceased Cold world, cold game - they gon' split ya thang and bang shit out the car what, would drive the average man insane Ghetto love, ghetto life, ghetto death; then ya gone And after I'm deceased I'll know life gon' go on And what about my sons - will they do what daddy didn't finish? Will the light come to a close, shortly after my decision? What about daddy girl? Will she do what I wanted? Or will she break my heart and let these, niggaz up on it?
(Hook: Big V) Life's a bitch! I swear to God, you take your chances! Too many questions, and not enough answers! Life's a bitch! You take your chances! Too many questions, and not enough answers! Life's a bitch! You take your chances! Too many questions, and not enough answers! Life's a bitch! You take your chances! Too many questions, and not enough answers!
(Ron Clutch) I'm on the verge of losin my mind, this (?) is my last nerve I done served my last dime, standin on this crack curb It's absurd - I been on this block, from the first to the third Rocked a 'Bird and seen two niggaz shot and left for dead in the dirt I'm concerned if I die by the glock, will my soul soon burn? My past clash with my future then, take a drastic turn I'm submerged knee-deep in this here, but those around can soon return Morality's hotter than burn, makin they hearts they burn and say "Fuck the world!" We all going to Hell for some, shit that we deserve But first we was promised a hearse and a chance on earth to visit church, for what it's worth I'm tryna make ammends for all the sins that occured The uncontrollable urge that emerged when I, snatched that lady's purse and the, last week that I slurred, when I, cursed on every verse Inevitable but well rehearsed, freezin my hunger as well as my thirst This glock; ready to burst, on any fools I encounter first with the, maximum amount of force, even if, worst comes to worst Cuz life's a bitch!
(Hook: Big V)
(Scales) My total first, nineteen seventy-six Welcome to the world - I did 12 months for this shit? Moms and pops couldn't get along - older brothers gettin grown Now I got nothin but this dice I'm sittin on At night I'm closin my eyes, and thinkin about my folks that died Tryna sleep on 'em, thinkin I ain't supposed to cry Uncle (?); he just died from too much alcohol And all he wanted was a fifth and pack of Paul Mall And moms was hard gettin back, grew up on (?) I'm tryna cut down on drinkin but that's a lost cause Guess we don't learn our lesson until we all fall These racist cops got niggaz writin they own laws Please God, don't let 'em take us Just tell momma I meant well, in time don't let me wake up Please God! Don't let them folks take us Sincerely, I meant well, in time don't let me wake up
feelin easy like its sunday morning steak and eggs hey livin off some big rims lookin like some blades play her like a pimp type a nigga aint me with the tint the 35 percent so ya cant see fish scales shotgun pass the "L" to big V flip flop candy lookin so wet it drip drop (shiiiine) from the tip top chrome double duce make a bitch stop jaw drop ballin off this hip hop on a budget back and forth from kentucky we them type of niggas that crack corn in a bucket a hundred and ninety spoke god damn look but dont touch it we commin down I-65 nappy and company (vertical grills) on the cadilac we so real skinny deville return like a bat out of hell hell dont ya think nappy roots comin as well Big V, B. Stille, Prophet, Clutch, and Fish Scales yeaahh
[CHORUS] My ride be sittin on dem hundred spokes (hundred spokes) my candy paint straight from the honeycomb (honeycomb) wood grain interior leather and chrome (leather and chrome) everybody ride out its on its on (its on its on)
[FISH SCALES] ay yo thats my cab jumped out leavin a tab hold on man we'll discuss that later B. jumped out like (fuck that hater) fell in the aspen rotten like martin two white dudes one looked like matt harprin later on he's eatin and ball in cleavland and I jumped out like fuck your season van dam woke up in the grand am real hot no air for the car jam twenty inches ride both on probes look nice chevrolet on pipes keep chevy tint that twinkle so bright B.O.B im'a ball on budget pumped out two thou on the 89 cutlass (biiitch) nah you cant ride im selfish aint too many ho's wanna touch this velvet
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[B. STILLE.] hop in with me we bout to leave you gotta pop it I drope a dollar in ya pocket gas up the crotch rocket pass up the cops blocked it (hey B. Stille can I role with you and Prophet) extra clean you cant tell me nean drop the top showin off for the summa the cadilac stretch on dem bow legged stillets where the candy paint sets like a wet cigarette bubble coat primers chrome spiders inside us big enough for my team and a couple of trainers but it hold no minors thats major wood grain and ya get deep beaters big features feel boom from the beats in my big speakers its on in my seats and my signature dont throw dirt on my name no shirt as I lean out the window pane you hear the country boy sang
No more wine for me, no more dimes of weed Cuz I'm tryin to see, if my mind can reach The level of the game that we die to see I'm talkin bout naturally where ya mind is free See I'm a dying breed, a country-fried emcee I used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese See it was bound to be, when there's mouths to feed and there's bills to pay, somethin gotta give way The way I feel today, I could care less Cuz my mind is made, yeah my hair's a mess I don't bother to shave, I walk around bare chest like a candy face, like I'm wearin a vest I dare ya to test, I push a hundred-five reps Showin off my pecs, triceps and biceps I'm all for the cause, ready to die next I'm all for the cause, ready to die next..
[Chorus] We don't even talk about it we live it, we live it (How you gon' tell me how to live my life?) (Can't nobody tell me how to live my life) And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it (How you gon' tell me how to live my life?) (Can't nobody tell me how to live my life)
[B. Stille] Now ah, when I was a, young man There was a couple of things poppa put in my head Never; sit down when ya need to stand Never; drink down all ya dreams and plans Poppa, what's that inside ya glass? "Don't do as I do boy, do as I ask" See ah - do it right if ya gon' do it that fast and - don't do it if ya gon' do it half-assed Well, since then I been an over-achiever Smoker and drinker, only I would opened my blinkers And I'm broke, so I guess I gotta choke on my finger Cuz I need to come up, ah I'm just a dreamer A hustle schemer, these cops be corrupt like Rupp Arena Try an bust my weiner, with these court subpeonas - petty misdemeanors "Boy you ain't worth..." like student like teacher
[Chorus] [Chorus Pt. 2 - 2X]
[Skinny DeVille] Same jeans in the spring that I strut in the fall No comb, no fade, no nothin at all I'll give a finger for the haters and one for the law Sounds fine, Nappy Roots; a little somethin for y'all Get a dutch, jump the gultch, then stuff it with straw Get higher than a motherfucker, deep in the call Hit the liquor sto', makin mo', fifth and I pause Get love tryna cut, got ya dick and balls Awww, hell naw then broads at the wall Big pimpin on a budget, tryna make it the mall Thank the Lord, for just livin, makin the most 'Scuse me, anybody got change I can borrow? Dime? Caught a penny tryna get to the mall Wanna buy me some ice too, slip it and fall Oops silly me, big nuts and they gone Didn't see that shit comin like a truck in the fall
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[R. Prophit] Lemme hear ya say... Nappy Roots see ya dawg, all my yeagaz... It's that life B, gotta make that choice... It's all on you... Lemme hear ya say... Lemme hear ya say... Lemme hear ya say
I broke a dollar down the gutter (?) the dime, quarter, penny, nickel Flipped the 25 to 50 cent, now watch the bitch triple Game simple, ya here today, tomorrow ya ain't Now who the hell gon' save it right That ain't gon' change the way you think I took a buck fifty, ballin on a budget, bought a Dutch Quickly spilled it and I stuffed it with that chunky from Kentucky Man that blunt did it, sour then McDonald's make the world pick (If any nigga got it) Shit Skinny finna get it (Get it) While it's gettin good and hold it for a minute Let that shit bubble, weigh it up and chop it when it's finished (We gon' drop it when it's finished) for some dollars and some pennies Like a dime relentless, Nappy niggaz all about the Benji's (Benji?) Not the dog naw, we're talkin bout the dead prez Slaw, with the hog mall, chicken wing and fed bread Dough like the cash flow, finna keep my fo-cus Spinnin like a twenty picture Skinny in a cold pit (Spinnin like a twenty picture Skinny in a cold pit?) Boy yeain't know that money make the world go Hustlin for pennies, nine-four for it real slow
[Chorus] [Stille] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny [Skinny] Damn, ain't it funny how we all about the Benji's? [Stille] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny [Scales] Won't you give me a dollar since ya got so many [Stille] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny [Skinny] Damn, ain't it funny how we all about the Benji's? [Stille] Dime, quarter, nickel, penny [Scales] Won't you give me a dollar since ya got so many
[B. Stille] (Whatchu want man?) (?) said a hundred for that Super happiness, a blunt and a sack Who could we feel like this, I don't need no crack Weed smoke comin out the front of the 'Lac (chrome) Gun in the lap and a gun in the back Come to realize we was goin that fast I blink my eyes, follow runnin my tags (get out the car) Next time I travel somewhere dirty I'ma come in a cab
[Scales] I can't knock all the rocks you rock How I'ma cop all them yachts ya got? You get props on the bop-she-bop Let's keep it all the way Nappy, when you hot you HOT! Burn up a dime, sell a nickel at the corner Throw a penny in the jukebox, damn it's outta order Spinnin air, fumes blowin, silver spoons (Rick Shroeder) The dollar value gets shorter as you get older Hey come here for a minute Don't tell nobody I told you but uh... The dollar value gets shorter as you get older
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[R. Prophit] Aww, y'all boys done up and done it, spun it, flaunt it Jump my motorbike doin about a hundred, one gun and I'm blunted Everybody fend for they self - they tell me strong-arm while it's only ten on the shelf (watch out! watch out!) Like this, Galloping Ghost flow ferocious Break down bones like osteoperosis (ohh!) Prophit's in a coma, back stuffed with explosives Postage to the White House, fuck all that bullshit It's kinda funny, everybody love money to death Not that, 3% control America's wealth Need some help? Look at yourself, sure ya do Y'all feel like "fuck the world?" me too (?), can't get rich being complacent Know ya gotta rebel when ya can't make a payment Water like ice cubes for big faces Face it, we're livin with racists, outrageous Wild, host-ile, shake up stages, contagious Young baby don't have patience, what my name is? R. Prophit (yes sir?) sing the cadence
Trunk funk and the Cadillac thump, really loud Puff skunk in the back of the junk, get really live Trunk funk and the Cadillac thump, really loud Puff skunk in the back of the junk, get really live
[Skinny DeVille] That's the Nappy Boys, travellin on the dirt road with Kentucky Mud What's to love? A Cadillac somethin like a DeVille, it may be dubbed Southbound, headed back to the west, and DeVille downtown I'm takin it to the flat, hit up the Hollow back in J-Town See my Cave folks got that grey pound, we hit the interstate Straight be blowin like a freight train, ain't tryna catch a case We take the back road off in Glasgow, we can travel it with no hassle Shoot through Roscoe, back in A-Town like a king off in his castle
[Big V] (?) homes be the cribs with the fun in it Pound of weed, a couple of freaks, and a gun in it City slick if you want, but us; we be slummin it (?) if ya have it and put crumbs in it
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[Chorus 2 - 2X] Kentucky Mud! Damn right folk nuttin but love! Big truck roll through yeaga nuttin but slums! Kentucky Mud! Damn right folk nuttin but love! And these blocks don't hold yeaga nuttin but uhh..! Kentucky Mud!
[Big V] Simple life back to its hardest again Farmer in the dell, I'll be damned it's harvest again Get it in, get it in, hey boy - cook it and eat it Hit the bar for relaxation and a BAG of cheeba Planes to catch, shows to do, reps to lose LOTS of game, nothin to lose, payin the dues Tryna get ours, winnin to lose Brought in the game, then we was applied to the rules, whoo!
[Skinny DeVille] Back to the field with hustlers, take anything and make work We catch ya slippin, we just might get up and truck and take yours These parts are packed with pimps and the players hate on the gangsters Take only what you make first, bump to wake the neighbors
[Chorus]
[Chorus 2 - 2X]
[Scales talking] Kentucky Mud throw ya hands up Put 'em together like this C'mon, c'mon, Nappy Roots in this, whoo! Kentucky Mud is the shhhhh... Yeah, so throw ya hands up high! high! Put 'em together like this Nappy Roots in this, whoo! Kentucky Mud is the shhhhh...
[B. Stille] Nappy Roots, steak and 'tatas, eggs and bacon The rooster crowed so I know it was time for me to awaken *rooster call* Country livin, and the country cookin in a country kitchen Good intention and strong religion, it's a strong tradition Kicked to mud off my boots and dust off my pants and Just came from the ranch but they swear we was (?) B. Stille and them be chillin, spendin the time with our children Finna mail off my stamps and we'll be grillin Step offa this Kentucky Mud...