awnaw (remix)

yo

yeah

this is the rocafella remix

killer-cam

nappy roots

y'all ready?

awnaw! hell naw! boy

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

my first song was like forty-eight bars with no hooks

you hear me flippin thru my pages out my favorite notebooks

the microphone was in the closet

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

always flirtin with 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

now what we do to get here?

lay it down and bring it to ya raw

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 through what we scared of

but what was we afraid for?

look at what we made of

hard times done made us

being here is alright

but must believe we want more!

them country boys on the rise

with them big fat wheels on the side

peep them vertical grills on the ride

and awww-aw-aww-aw

them country boys

with them big fat wheels

peep the vertical grills

and awwwww

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 porch

plus you know they got dro

seventy-nine coupe deville vertical caddy grill

interstate 65 heading 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 anything and everything

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

i might

hop off the harley

smoke mine like bob marley

block parties with shawties

wallin like they swallowin bacardi

them butter-skin

prophit gutter like kin

understand you 'bout to lose ya life fuckin with them

them country boys on the rise

with them big fat wheels on the side

peep them vertical grills on the ride

and awww-aw-aww-aw

them country boys

with them big fat wheels

peep the vertical grills

and awwwww

killer

uh

when it come to new york

i'm the man around town

just trust me

down in the buggy

i that cat down in kentucky

outta bowling green

heard ya holding cream

mess with a city slicker

we could mould the team

we'll talk in code

smoker be the sandbox

could be the hamhots

or be the lamb chops

we'll make wild mills

how ill

i'll show you how that denial feel

trade in that cow grill

finna head south

get up out the city

smokin' on a fifty

feelin' pretty good

with a hood chick

gotta hit a little bit

now she call me daddy in a caddy full of wood

call me country

tv's on the headrest

even if there ain't no seats in the back of me

i play the dvd's

for the cars on the streets

and the people in back of me

i'm trailin'

a chevy with a grill or the black cadillac

got the option

if it ain't got rims when the drop on the block with no locks than it's not my concoction

hurt 'em with the chrome

rollin' on chrome rims it's the twenties

this nappy roots and twista

if it ain't dope then don't call it country

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!

them country boys

with them big fat wheels

peep the vertical grills

and awwwwwwww!