Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roun' The Globe, artist - Nappy Roots. Date of issue: 11.09.2007
Song language: English
Roun' The Globe |
| The whole damn world is country… |
| The whole damn world is country… |
| Yeah… |
| Aww man, the grass done got green on the other side of the fence |
| So I hopped my ass over to see if I was convinced |
| Fast paced city life, but country livin’s the sense |
| Cop me a Caddy say to hell with a Benz |
| Benz, Benz, twenty inch rims |
| I can’t leave the vertical grill back at the ranch |
| Got a «Phat"farm with cows and whole lotta land |
| Twenty acres to my name… |
| Meanwhile up in the D where they hollowin up dope |
| And thugs blow weed in the park when the club close |
| In Mil-waukee the beats it petro |
| Off in D.C., the streets is ghetto |
| Let’s roll — to Cali where they chief the best 'dro |
| And drive cars so big you can’t reach the pedal |
| Never had a glass of purple juice for breakfast |
| Until I took my ass to Houston, Texas, that’s country! |
| The whole damn world is country |
| Been all around the globe from Monday to Sunday |
| Y’all the same folk we see in Kentucky (it must mean) |
| The whole damn world is country |
| Been all around the globe from Monday to Sunday |
| Y’all the same folk we see in Kentucky (it must mean) |
| The whole damn world is country |
| Copped a ?? they was sportin, Jordans and Waltons |
| Went in for the cage, and winded up staying |
| In Kentucky it was meth but Miami they was basing |
| Rap my ass off then I’ll see ya at the Bassment |
| Hit VA, where they do nothing but cook |
| Carolina, Indiana, Alabama, Savannah |
| Boston, Denver, and all points between |
| Tennesse, Florida, ain’t nothing love for ya Now shake it, bounce, sit back and let ya hair blow |
| Spanish chicas waving, hasta luego |
| Pearl white drop, weather’s bueno |
| They say opposites attract, I’m a moreno |
| (whispered: ???) so clear |
| (whispered: She’s a fine lady. Can i make you mine?) my clear |
| Shy girl, all she wanna do is fuck |
| Top of the hill, take the breath from her lungs |
| (Country boys been overseas) |
| Toppin it off, London, Germany |
| Now shake it, bounce, sit back and let ya hair blow |
| Ladies make ya hands clap like bueno |
| Now shake it, bounce, sit back and let ya hair blow |
| Holla atcha boy, hasta luego… |
| I’ll prolly say a prayer for those that come back |
| Might could throw somethin on the grill when you come back |
| Might could take a trip to the 'Ville and then back |
| We can all get loose on the 'Ports, and of course |
| Hit Churchill Downs and throw some on a horse |
| Or we can hit them Saint Claire waters |
| You ain’t seen country till you been through Georgia |
| God durn, they still got girls with perms (dang) |
| Big cars, big wheels is the biggest concern |
| My old Kentucky home, I was |
| born and raised on catfish and corn, collard greens and fatback |
| It’s country than a mug, don’t care where ya stay |
| Ya got country in ya blood if ya love 'em and that’s that |
| Circled the globe, met the important and paid |
| Now I know for a fact that… |