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Today ya'll
We gonna use the subject matter
We runnin' outta time
(Let me say this one more time)
I think we runnin outta time
Cause the days are dark
A world of sin is what we're livin in
Temptation outweighs preservation

Yeah, haha Nappy Roots
Awwnaw!

[Hook]
Awnaw! Hell naw! Man
Y'all done up and done it
Awnaw! Hell naw! Boy
Y'all done up and done it

[Intro:]
You know today I just woke up and I said you know instead of waitin' on a good day waitin' around through up's and down's waitin on something to happen I just say

[Chorus:]
We're gonna have a good day and all my homies gonna ride today and all these mommies look fly today and the only one we wanna do is get by today heyyy, we're gonna have a good day and ain't nobody gotta cry today cause ain't nobody gonna die to u save that trouble for another day heyyy we're gonna have a good day

[Verse:]
Caroline fresh new cologne on feelin' so good changed the color to my phone orange kool-aid go good with patron a naw hell naw boy steal my ring tones free car wash had to clean up the dodge gice back when I can just playin' my part church folk had a fish fry mustard, hot sauce, light bread, and french fries love for the big guy hit the park boys showin' off their hops Nappy Roots on the radio and you know it bops last nighr I hit the pick tree bought some Air Force ones 4 tall tees man I love the Begees

[Intro:]
You know today I just woke up and I said you know instead of waitin' on a good day waitin' around through up's and down's waitin on something to happen I just say

[Chorus:]
We're gonna have a good day and all my homies gonna ride today and all these mommies look fly today and the only one we wanna do is get by today heyyy, we're gonna have a good day and ain't nobody gotta cry today cause ain't nobody gonna die to u save that trouble for another day heyyy we're gonna have a good day

[Verse:]
Caroline fresh new cologne on feelin' so good changed the color to my phone orange kool-aid go good with patron a naw hell naw boy steal my ring tones free car wash had to clean up the dodge gice back when I can just playin' my part church folk had a fish fry mustard, hot sauce, light bread, and french fries love for the big guy hit the park boys showin' off their hops Nappy Roots on the radio and you know it bops last nighr I hit the pick tree bought some Air Force ones 4 tall tees man I love the Begees

[Intro]
Niggaz was goin crazy with me
It was our first video, nigga
You know we was gon' come back to the country road
I don't know...yyyeah
Y'all-y'all ready to roll again?
(Wussup) Lets ride then
Ah, yup, hit 'em

[Big V]
One of them is fat and loud
second one is black and proud
Third one's drunk and wild
fourth one slip and slid
one of them is just shy
last one is young and wise
homegrown battle tested you gonna love these guys

(B Stille) Yooooo! I said Yooooo! For all them industry haters that said we couldn't do it... This for my country thug street yeagas! You know we gon' [Hook] Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good Yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should Folk round here be up to no good [Verse 1] (Skinny Deville) My yeaga lookin like one of them days I got a Franklin in my pocket, with this lint like a slave And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime pay Money spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton Window tint, same ol' song Lincoln on a sack, with the fifty-dat Bump my song, Get drunk, get it crunk Country-fried, pack a blunt Erything tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bump In a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a gauge Turn the page, flip the script Hit the script jump, shorty with the dump In the hatchback, ass fat Nickel bag of funk, caught a skunk in a rat trap Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass that Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, headed South Woodgrain, Pure Grain, hold it in and let it out Bouncin' like a bunny hunny, tell the shorty set it out Get in where we fit in, we gon' try our best to sell it out [Hook 2x] [Verse 2] (B Stille) We makes it hot for 'em, feel the flames Who seperate the real from lames Yeaga B Stille's his name (Where you from?) The Ville, LaGrange, to Mills and Fane Look how far Louisville's done came! Now break it down I like my pockets fat And my weed green And my liquor brown And my hens clean With they panties down And a beat that keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin Check, check My mic vocals, is like choke-holds Fetch the billfold that my cheese is in And purchase a nickel to help me breathe again I'm from a place where blood spills and stains Filled with drug deals and gangs Yeagas with gold grills and thangs Drink up, fill ya tanks, spill ya drinks It's Nappy, dawg, untamed Southern slang, unchanged We sendin' slugs through ya brain (Fuck what you know, good) And all my thugs, for the sane [Hook 2x] [Verse 2] (Fish Scales) A cool cat, with a pimp hat Cup fulla Gin-Jack Dreaded out, throwin up deuces When I'm headed out Slice it up and bet it out, 5-0-4 Throw the prices up and set it out Real niggaz never doubt Swerve to the calico, give me a deuce of that Make it 2 of that, pack a tip, flush a Optimo Keep the change, got to go Flirt, tryna talk dirty Georgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk jersey Hit me up if you get off early Then I dap out, so clean Yo honey actin' mo' mean Napped-out, momma asking me What's all that 'bout? Say I got big plans, look slim but mapped-out Country boy with country game Never spittin' nothin' lame Get paid to rap, still a dap like ain't nothin' changed My shit stay Nappy, split ends stay happy Bad threads must've came from his pappy [Hook until end]

Pursuit of Nappyness / В погоне за счастьем

[Skinny DeVille]
Классика 2000-х навсегда!

[Припев: Skinny DeVille] х2
С первого раза не получается, я пробую снова,
Буду биться за победу до самой смерти,

[Skinny DeVille]
Classic 2000 and forever...

[Hook-Skinny DeVille]
At first you don't succeed, try it all again
I'd die 'fore I quit, so indeed I'ma win
'Til the fat lady sing the last note in the hymn
Don't worry 'bout me, I'ma grind 'til then

(Intro)
Yeah, sometimes you just gotta ride

(Verse 1)
I'm headed to Savannah, the sun rise there
And somethin tellin me that I should be somewhere near
I met somebody daughter, played in her water
The lake was too salty and I'm not Cal Carver

[Intro:]
You know today I just woke up and I said you know instead of waitin' on a good day waitin' around through up's and down's waitin on something to happen I just say

[Chorus:]
We're gonna have a good day and all my homies gonna ride today and all these mommies look fly today and the only one we wanna do is get by today heyyy, we're gonna have a good day and ain't nobody gotta cry today cause ain't nobody gonna die to u save that trouble for another day heyyy we're gonna have a good day

[Verse:]
Caroline fresh new cologne on feelin' so good changed the color to my phone orange kool-aid go good with patron a naw hell naw boy steal my ring tones free car wash had to clean up the dodge gice back when I can just playin' my part church folk had a fish fry mustard, hot sauce, light bread, and french fries love for the big guy hit the park boys showin' off their hops Nappy Roots on the radio and you know it bops last nighr I hit the pick tree bought some Air Force ones 4 tall tees man I love the Begees