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Nappy Roots - Sholiz lyrics
Sholiz... Yean know dat? [Skinny DeVille] Yo, I snuck a dollar out my momma purse, headed for that juice joint Twenty worth of Colt, 75 to the crossroads 'Lac bone, filled to the gills on a gravel road How to roll, X and a O make a heavy load Nappy on the track make ya back hit the dance flo' Drivin like a grandma, actin like an asshole (Skinny who?) Sholiz folk, whattcha ask fo'? Ballin on a budget, fuck ya dubs on the astro [Scales] Uhh, no more Grand Martin get a fifth of Goose and a duck with goose, don't need shit with juice Look at me dawg, you can tell I'm southern bred Wear alotta blue but I love the red [B. Stille] Somethin all black, think mad cuz I act like I'm all that Tight braid red bean under my straw hat Tripped over ya jaw, ya ain't think I saw that, huh? [Chorus: Skinny - 2X] Whassup, my folks sholiz Peoples in slums just slump, sholiz Nappy with the country bump, sholiz This is what the country want, yep it sholiz [Scales] Fish Scales scuba divin on a remote island Me and Skinny D, Big V (?) These guys suprise us, depicts us like bubble letters Is that a hoochie, and some coochie cutters? Hey bitch ya look good Really wanna play in the trench but I should If ya come sit on this dick I might would Hold up hater, I don't want no disrespect I don't want shit but next... [B. Stille] Oops came through spillin my pitcher Scales in the back feelin the swisher Thought you knocked me out the frame, but I'm still in the picture Thought at first Nappy was lame, but I'm willin to bet ya We'll sell more next year [Skinny DeVille] Good God Almighty, look at what we have here Old English, malt 50, somethin clear We gon' cut the shit talk -- Skinny with the steel gonna drop it down, weigh it up and lay it on the scale [Chorus] [cutting w/ "Sholiz" repeated] [B. Stille] Come on, gut out the last of the greens Hit the club so fresh and so clean Bitches love the cess, I'm smok-ing Remove they O-Ring, then soon elop-ing Take my last swallow now we spinnin the bottle I'ma get me a model - you'd have a better chance winnin the lotto Twenty dollars, check 'em in the Ramada Gotta leave the do' open so Skinny can follow [Skinny DeVille] Yep sholiz, takin no shit Get the chance again, we dip then blow wig Nappy with the sho' shot, yeaga know this We run up in this bitch and get so rich [Scales] Aww now everybody ain't rich, they just wanna be flashy Tryna big ball like Drama and Jazzy Playa you don't understand this B.O.B. That's the reason these drinks can't be on me [Chorus - 2X] [short conversation] [Chorus - 4X] [cuts until fade |
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