Tytuł: Headz Up

• Wykonawca: Nappy Roots
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Use your head silly...
  
  [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..."