| Yo, I snuck a dollar out my momma purse, headed for that juice joint
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| Twenty worth of Colt, 75 to the crossroads
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| 'Lac bone, filled to the gills on a gravel road
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| How to roll, X and a O make a heavy load
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| Nappy on the track make ya back hit the dance flo'
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| Drivin like a grandma, actin like an asshole
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| (Skinny who?) Sholiz folk, whattcha ask fo'?
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| Ballin on a budget, fuck ya dubs on the astro
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| Uhh, no more Grand Martin get a fifth of Goose
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| And a duck with goose, don’t need shit with juice
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| Look at me dawg, you can tell I’m southern bred
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| Wear alotta blue but I love the red
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| Somethin all black, think mad cuz I act like I’m all that
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| Tight braid red bean under my straw hat
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| Tripped over ya jaw, ya ain’t think I saw that, huh?
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| Whassup, my folks sholiz
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| Peoples in slums just slump, sholiz
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| Nappy with the country bump, sholiz
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| This is what the country want, yep it sholiz
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| Fish Scales scuba divin on a remote island
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| Me and Skinny D, Big V (?)
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| These guys suprise us, depicts us like bubble letters
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| Is that a hoochie, and some coochie cutters?
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| Hey bitch ya look good
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| Really wanna play in the trench but I should
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| If ya come sit on this dick I might would
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| Hold up hater, I don’t want no disrespect
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| I don’t want shit but next…
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| Oops came through spillin my pitcher
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| Scales in the back feelin the swisher
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| Thought you knocked me out the frame, but I’m still in the picture
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| Thought at first Nappy was lame, but I’m willin to bet ya
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| We’ll sell more next year
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| Good God Almighty, look at what we have here
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| Old English, malt 50, somethin clear
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| We gon' cut the shit talk -- Skinny with the steel
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| Gonna drop it down, weigh it up and lay it on the scale
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| (*cutting*) w/ «Sholiz» repeated
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| Come on, gut out the last of the greens
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| Hit the club so fresh and so clean
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| Bitches love the cess, I’m smok-ing
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| Remove they O-Ring, then soon elop-ing
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| Take my last swallow now we spinnin the bottle
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| I’ma get me a model — you’d have a better chance winnin the lotto
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| Twenty dollars, check 'em in the Ramada
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| Gotta leave the do' open so Skinny can follow
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| Yep sholiz, takin no shit
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| Get the chance again, we dip then blow wig
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| Nappy with the sho' shot, yeaga know this
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| We run up in this bitch and get so rich
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| Aww now everybody ain’t rich, they just wanna be flashy
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| Tryna big ball like Drama and Jazzy
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| Playa you don’t understand this B.O.B
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| That’s the reason these drinks can’t be on me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sholiz , by - Nappy Roots. Song from the album Watermelon, Chicken & Gritz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп