Nappy Roots

Nappy Roots - Headz Up lyrics

Use your head silly...

<i>[Chorus]</i>

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)

<i>[B. Stille]</i>

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!

<i>[R. Prophit]</i>

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

<i>[Hook: Big V + (Prophit) - 2X]</i>

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"

<i>[Chorus - 2X]</i>

<i>[Ron Clutch]</i>

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

<i>[Skinny DeVille]</i>

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)

<i>[Hook - 2X]</i>

<i>[Chorus - 2X]</i>

<i>[Big V]</i>

Got the keys and we leavin, didn't even see the laws

So do we believe in?

<i>[Scales]</i>

Man these girls is bout freakin

Suckin and fuckin and tusslin, for the evenin, please believe 'em

<i>[Big V]</i>

Who's that girl? Oh that girl

Somethin outta magazine, curvy queen

Cross between, Britney, Whitley, Whitney (crispy) Mya, Pink

Kim and Lil'...

<i>[Scales]</i>

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

<i>[Big V]</i>

Don't you know the damn thang

They come to do the damn thang

For they leave best believe they do the damn thang

<i>[Scales]</i>

Scales throws scragglers

Hooks 'em like hagglers

Don't talk much the game is spectacular

<i>[Hook - 2X]</i>

<i>[Chorus - 2X]</i>

(Told you to use your head silly <i>[distorted laughing]</i>)

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..."

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