This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
Yeah, haha, Nappy Roots
Aw naw
Aw naw, hell naw, boy
Y'all done up and done it
Aw naw, hell naw, boy
Y'all done up and done it
Aw naw, hell naw, boy
Man, y'all done up and done it (uh)
Y'all done up and done it (uh, come on)
Man, y'all done up and done it
My first song was like forty-eight bars with no hook (come on)
You hear me flippin' through my pages out my favorite notebook (yeah)
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)
Flirtin' with all his customers and flat broke
Nappy smokin blacks out on the back porch
I'm thinkin', I got everything a country boy could ask for (yeah)
Now what we do to get here? (Say that, boy)
Lay it down and bring it to you raw (Say that, boy)
Hey now, we hurt some, suffered for more, takes what we work for
Hated for the cussin', but the hatred it made us cuss more
Held on when it was hard, stepped up, took charge
Ran through what we scared of, but what was we afraid for?
Look at what we made of, hard times done 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-aw-aw-aw
Aw naw, hell naw, boy (them country boys)
Y'all done up and done it
Aw naw! Hell naw, boy (with them big fat wheels)
Y'all done up and done it (peep the vertical grills)
Aw naw, hell naw, boy
Man, y'all done up and done it (and aww)
Y'all done up and done it
Man, y'all done up and done it
My yegga, we hog wild, 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 porch, plus you know they got 'dro
Seventy-nine Coupe DeVille vertical Caddy grill
Interstate 65, headin' down to Cashville
Glass filled, to the tippy-top, backseat Benz
Spent my last cent on the rent, left with pocket lints
A damn shame, gotta grind anything and everything
Jimmy Crack Corn, cross the county line with Mary Jane
A long time, a gravel road, to cash and fame and sold my soul
To hell and back, and back and forth, with same jeans and nappy 'fro
As I hop off the Harley, smoke pot like Bob Marley
Block parties with shawties, wilin' like they swallowin' Bacardi
Them butter-skin, Prophit gutter like kin
Understand, you 'bout to lose your life fuckin' with them
Them country boys on the rise
With them big fat wheels on the side
Peep them vertical grills on the ride
And aw-aw-aw-aw
Aw naw, hell naw, boy (them country boys)
Y'all done up and done it
Aw naw, hell naw, boy (with them big fat wheels)
Y'all done up and done it (peep the vertical grills)
Aw naw, hell naw, boy
Man, y'all done up and done it (and aw)
Y'all done up and done it
Man, y'all done up and done it
Aw naw
Aw naw, hell naw, boy
Y'all done up and done it
Aw naw, hell naw, boy
Y'all done up and done it
Aw naw, hell naw, boy
Man, y'all done up and done it (uh)
Y'all done up and done it (uh, come on)
Man, y'all done up and done it
My first song was like forty-eight bars with no hook (come on)
You hear me flippin' through my pages out my favorite notebook (yeah)
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)
Flirtin' with all his customers and flat broke
Nappy smokin blacks out on the back porch
I'm thinkin', I got everything a country boy could ask for (yeah)
Now what we do to get here? (Say that, boy)
Lay it down and bring it to you raw (Say that, boy)
Hey now, we hurt some, suffered for more, takes what we work for
Hated for the cussin', but the hatred it made us cuss more
Held on when it was hard, stepped up, took charge
Ran through what we scared of, but what was we afraid for?
Look at what we made of, hard times done 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-aw-aw-aw
Aw naw, hell naw, boy (them country boys)
Y'all done up and done it
Aw naw! Hell naw, boy (with them big fat wheels)
Y'all done up and done it (peep the vertical grills)
Aw naw, hell naw, boy
Man, y'all done up and done it (and aww)
Y'all done up and done it
Man, y'all done up and done it
My yegga, we hog wild, 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 porch, plus you know they got 'dro
Seventy-nine Coupe DeVille vertical Caddy grill
Interstate 65, headin' down to Cashville
Glass filled, to the tippy-top, backseat Benz
Spent my last cent on the rent, left with pocket lints
A damn shame, gotta grind anything and everything
Jimmy Crack Corn, cross the county line with Mary Jane
A long time, a gravel road, to cash and fame and sold my soul
To hell and back, and back and forth, with same jeans and nappy 'fro
As I hop off the Harley, smoke pot like Bob Marley
Block parties with shawties, wilin' like they swallowin' Bacardi
Them butter-skin, Prophit gutter like kin
Understand, you 'bout to lose your life fuckin' with them
Them country boys on the rise
With them big fat wheels on the side
Peep them vertical grills on the ride
And aw-aw-aw-aw
Aw naw, hell naw, boy (them country boys)
Y'all done up and done it
Aw naw, hell naw, boy (with them big fat wheels)
Y'all done up and done it (peep the vertical grills)
Aw naw, hell naw, boy
Man, y'all done up and done it (and aw)
Y'all done up and done it
Man, y'all done up and done it
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