Lyrics:
Chris Brown)
And thick as can be (yeah, yeah)
We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio
This is your boy DJ Pain (oh yeah, yeah)
I gotta get outta here,
Chris Brown)
And thick as can be (yeah, yeah)
We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio
This is your boy DJ Pain (oh yeah, yeah)
I gotta get outta here,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I
dance
Hitting my jug (and jug), and jug (and jug), and jug (and jug), and jug, and jug
Remember when I couldn't M's, then I made M's and this shit made
Such shame I was plain, we couldn't afford fly cause my parents had five
Nappy headed kids, growing up so confused
Cause my sister was mixed
I know I
pull the hood out me, I'm rooted
Rooted, nappy head rooted (better than rooted now)
I done plant my seeds now I'm rooted
Brown skin poppin', I
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I
this to you, and I say it to the world
Nappy then, Nappy now, Nappy for a bit
Knee-deep, head over heels in this country shit
All my life, been
bad and I'm certain
Don't care about my problems but when I get this fame they urgent
(Oh yeah)
They say they love you but they really playing
Getting
Try breakfast in a Hugo, large to meet your crew
Your life has left the Earth without a Clue Clue
[CHORUS 1: Kardinal Offishall]
[???] Yo my team gets
with the cash
Im cooling with my cuzzos
Better yet call us march bros
I got sum fam where you can't go
My pack got my high by the angels
Saving that
with the cash
Im cooling with my cuzzos
Better yet call us march bros
I got sum fam where you can't go
My pack got my high by the angels
Saving that
this to you, and I say it to the world
Nappy then, Nappy now, Nappy for a bit
Knee-deep, head over heels in this country shit
All my life, been
make a jug)
Shawty I'm just (tryin' make a jug)
Shawty I'm just (tryin' make a jug)
If you need some work hit me on my chirp
I be on my way four
folk, sip your claret fine.
I'd give them all the grapes in the bunch for a jolly pull at my jug of punch.
(Chorus)
I'd give them all the grapes in
with your stuff
And poop brown is the color of their funky old trucks
It's the color of the nose of my nappy headed mutt
Right after he's been sniffin'
around the way
Yo, hey nappy head
Yo, wassup?
What you got there?
Ha, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
Word?
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well
around the way
Yo, hey nappy head
Yo, wassup?
What you got there?
Ha, I got some of that lyrical cheeba cheeba
Word?
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well
your girl she got her back blown
And she's down for the battery
But to tell the truth you know I think I'd rather link her on my jack jones
Buss my nut
Even got a big sister by the name of Chocolate Thai
Brown sugar babe, I gets high off your love (oh)
Don't know how to behave, yeah (oh)
I want some
Even got a big sister by the name of Chocolate Thai
Brown sugar babe, I gets high off your love (oh)
Don't know how to behave, yeah (oh)
I want some
you feel?
My mother and her little brown jug
It held her milk
And now it holds our memories
I can hear her singing
"Little brown jug don't I love
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