Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Twang, artist - Nappy Roots. Album song Wooden Leather, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.08.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Twang |
| What is it that you tryna hide. |
| Them jeans so tight you know ain’t nothin. |
| The way workin 'em be hurtin 'em. |
| You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl |
| No I am not your, average, country boy |
| I’m a savage, don’t ask if I want some more |
| Let you have it, there you go, girl I will grab it |
| Slap it, flip you, rub it down |
| See you — make me want it in ways I ain’t supposed to say |
| Wanna kiss you, in places I shouldn’t put my face |
| See you got my attention for real, in a major way |
| Ain’t no need to stop it girl, go on, keep boppin girl |
| What is it that you tryin to hide off in them pockets girl? |
| Them jeans so tight you know ain’t nothin in them pockets girl |
| The way you workin 'em be hurtin 'em just stop it girl |
| You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl |
| Move it (Keep bouncin shorty) move (now shake it girl) |
| Move it (Keep bouncin shorty) move (now shake it girl) |
| Move it (Keep bouncin shorty) move (now shake it girl) |
| Move it (Keep bouncin shorty) move (now shake it girl) |
| Yo, caught up in the zone bitch, what you call drunk? |
| Damn this mothafucker here done got crunk |
| Strip down, jam pack what you call skunk |
| It’s all up in the atmosphere, pass that blunt |
| Bar tender trippin off what the country boy say |
| Let me get another shot of Grand Marnier |
| And a double shot of Jack the fact |
| Where the hell is buffalo at with half the sack |
| Look at all these broads with asses fat |
| Knowin Goddern well what she dressin at |
| And when they play the right track where them yeagas at |
| Shorty don’t get mad at me when ya ass is smacked |
| That’s all I can say when you backin that |
| Big fine, chunky donkey back inside my lap |
| Do the damn thing you gon' mack the mack |
| But don’t get mad at me cause I trap the rat |
| It’s like ThunderCat but I’m a jack, baby doll let me see your belly roll |
| Here kitty kitty kitty, got me giddy lookin sweeter than a jelly roll |
| This reminds me, it’s so nice yeah I asked ya twice and floss so icy |
| What ya need is if I feed ya, fuck ya, try to say no that’s gonna be pricy |
| Aw naw, me pay for no poonanny not just like me |
| I got a girl back at the crib and all the time she ride me |
| And when I pull this hot tamale out my pants just bite me |
| I got more rhythm than the Wings, why don’t you come and ride me? |