Lyrics:
[Big V]
Yeah
Country boys, Nappy Roots
Lil' John, King of Crunk
y'all know this was comin
Damn playa, here we go
[Chorus - Nappy Roots]
the big oak tree
Time went by and it didn't work out
I still bought that little white house
Now I write songs about how I feel
Still living in downtown
Wreck it Ralph is a giant of a man
Nine feet tall with really big hands
Living in a stump on his very own land
Until his world went crazy
He was
was blind
I hit the L, then we yell out
"It wasn't my time!"
I loaded up shells, one by one
You smelled blunt from my room door
Little Nasir was at war
tribute, it won't take long
I've made some stuff rhyme and
I've recorded this song
You had a hit album called Back To Black
But then you got addicted
One, take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun nigga
I ain't
to take a nap
Front yard hovercraft on Versace raft
Dry land, Swedish field by palm trees
Bitch, I could sing a hook like Alicia Keys
New pants, 40 grands
and don't fuck with the juggla
"Finally happened, the wicked clown have come to your town
And he's got your daughter by the hand
Showing her a new land
a little dip
It’s been a little while, baby, yeah it’s been a little while
(I sip a spritz by the bay)
Come and stay a little while, baby, come and sit
a VIP
I wear a plain t-shirt they see my jeans
Truly religious, so I wear true religus
And they're authentic you can
See by the seems
In by twelve so we
The head it lands
Far from the hat
When cash in hand
Your life is last
Life is last
Niggas tryna' get with a big bag unh
I got a plan
I can’t risk that unh
I
your time counting the days
But still agriculturally, it's kind of ill, we blow mills
They make a killing and build new lands in the jungle
Shaolin, you
by the fireplace
Stick my dick in your mouth, let you have a taste
Of this skinny motherfucker with a big ol' dick
I'll let you ride it right after
Hold ground by yo' side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
To my fucking heart
Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
Time
Swimming 'cross the ocean to my sloping mountain garden
Pagodas, pools and pathways twisting up through no-man's land
Stunning vistas, all those
on baby your man is comin' home to stay
Well cause I'm on my way down to my old Dixie town
Back in those hills where the simple life can still be found
I've
Get your name up the ladder, get that extra buck
Yeah, their American dream
It's all about the green
Oh, but where I come from
It's a little
Look up in the sky, it's a bird it's a plane
It's the big dog y'all, fuckin' with the Insane
Clowns, get down nigga, I represent the town
Ay yo
had to worry bout a gun piece
By the Sheriff in the town with damn police (yah, yah)
Try to tear down my people wassup (wassup)
Talk a little back
a call to this nigga named Rimes
Said he had a little studio
And it wasn't top notch
But could damn near do the whole nine
So I said "Cool
" made a few
a little rough when I'm off the drugs
Let me tell you 'bout my life, won't cost you none"
I said, "Go 'head"
He said, "I was born in a small town
Living
or summat bad will take place
Cos I dunno if you didn't know but I'm little known
So promoters booking me aren't guaranteed a ticket sold
Hard sell for them
the drums
Blow the trumpets blow
The old town’s spires
Are gorged on by unknown
The ice stones thrown away
Since day when I was born
Are gathered brought
I got that real good feel good stuff
Up under the seat of my big black jacked up truck
Rollin' on 35s
Pretty girl by my side
You got that sun tan
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