Country Boyz Lyrics - Watermelon, Chicken And Gritz - Nappy Roots

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 

This nigga no games with my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll chain 

Doo-rag, heavy blue 'Lac , 85 South, don't drive it too fast 

My niggaz don't roll no billies, get a big box of them brown Dutches 

We don't want no brand new Cartel 

Brandon lemme get them keys to the Cutlass 

Represent for the M I L, the A T L, the Macktown 

Stay smokin' that smackdown, keep myself a little half pound 

You know me, still 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 

Stay high, we'll play shy, least till I can get home wit 'em 

Shorty whattchu thinkin'? Whattchu drinkin'? Thinkin' it is what it ain't 

I can't be trickin', so don't be trippin', thinkin' I can't when I can't, come on 

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 

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 

Can't hate, what a nigga make, type of enemies 

Smilin' in my face but they really ain't no friend to me 

Can't wait, send em eight straight nine milli-mee 

Aww hell naw, y'all niggaz ain't feelin' me! 

Colt 45 everytime like Billy D 

Ninety-five [Incomprehensible] leave through Tennessee 

Quarter pound with the chron' fuckin wit my memory 

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 

Peanut butter, rag-tops, what's fuckin' wit that? 

String beans pork chops, what's fuckin' wit that? 

Dime sack with the gnac, what's fuckin' wit that? 

What's fuckin' with that? What's fuckin' wit that? 

Every Chevy on dubs, what's fuckin' wit that? 

Jodi-Bodi, strip clubs, what's fuckin' wit that? 

Nappy Roots, hey dawg, what's fuckin' wit that? 

What's fuckin' wit that? What's fuckin' wit that? 

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 

'Coz I be in the line, like some of these niggaz you find 

Don't want you to shine, right yea 

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, close the door 

Clinton and Gore, y'all been warned 

Guns and more, better hit the floor 

Them yeggaz want ya 'coz they comin' in with them laws 

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 

Yeah that's fo 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 doe at 

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 

Peanut butter, rag-tops, what's fuckin' wit that? 

String beans pork chops, what's fuckin' wit that? 

Dime sack with the gnac, what's fuckin' wit that? 

What's fuckin' with that? What's fuckin' wit that? 

Every Chevy on dubs, what's fuckin' wit that? 

Jodi-Bodi, strip clubs, what's fuckin' wit that? 

Nappy Roots, hey dawg, what's fuckin' wit that? 

What's fuckin' wit that? What's fuckin' wit that?