Nappy Roots - Color Outside The Lines [Lyric Video]

Yeah, haha Nappy Roots

Awnaw!

Awnaw! Hell naw! Man

Y'all done up and done it

Awnaw! Hell naw! Boy

Y'all done up and done it

Awnaw! Hell naw! Boy

Y'all done up and done it

Ah, y'all done up and done it

Man, y'all done up and done it

My first song was like 48 bars with no hook

You hear me flippin through my pages out my favorite notebook

The microphone was in the closet (what?) No headphones, we lost it

Niggas scared to get some water, roaches hangin' over the faucets

No AC, Tez'll break a sweat just tryin' to make beats

E-Dubz was being a hustler (hey man!)

All play flirtin' all his customers, and flat broke

Nappy smokin' blacks out on the back po'ch

I'm thinkin' I got everything a country boy could ask for

Now what we do to get here? (Say that boy!)

Lay it down and bring it to ya raw (say that boy!)

Hey now, we hurt some, suffered for more, takes what we work for

Hated for for the cussin', but the hatred it made us cuss more

Held on, but it was hard, stepped up, took charge

Ran through what we scared up, but what was we afraid for?

Look what we made of, heart that what made us

Being here is alright, but must believe we won't fall!

Them country boys on the rise

With them big fat wheels on the side

Peep them vertical grills on the ride

And aw-awww-awww-awww

Them country boys

With them big fat wheels

Peep the vertical grills

And awww!

My yegga, we hogwild, bet that from that roota to that toota-file

Hell naw, them country boys ain't headed south for six miles

Kentucky mud, them kinfolk, twankies with them hundred-spokes

Skullied on that front po'ch, plus you know they got 'dro

'79 coupe DeVille, vertical Caddy grill

Interstate 65 headin' down to Cashville

Glass filled, to the tippy-top, back-seat Benz

Spent my last cent on the rent, left with pocket lints

A damn shame, gotta grind anything and everything