Set It Out - Nappy Roots

Smoked the bong to the bang and got crunk

Shorty with the thong and the chain’s about to get nutty

From my song and my hands, I ain’t tryna be ya buddy

Let a player cut somethin *scratching*

Now it’s on anything that got drunk

Skully took it strong to the brain, and I’m

Talkin dirty to this broad, «where yo' mayne?»

Think about it, till early in the mo’nin, bout 7:30

Get it on, split the Philly, light the blunt and hell it’s on

If ya tryna get me, then hit me on my cella-phone

Really homes, take a hunnie with the silicone

Tighter than an S-Type sittin right on plenty chrome

Strong in the game, but not to play with anyone

Yeaga like to dance, but not just to any song

Gotta be the one, that rep well clear from

«No perm, no fade, no brush, no comb»

Roll somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)

Roll somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)

Roll somethin, drank somethin, cut somethin, what (set it out)

Roll, drank, cut, what (set it out)

Made the next call for the drink, and drank it straight to the head

Stuck on the wall, thumbtack, but what I shoulda did

Focus on the sack and sip just a little bit

Blame it on the Jack D, get back to the chick

Look I’m a mack, I think ya ass fulla shit

It ain’t the liquor talkin broad, who ya think ya foolin wit?

Any nigga off the street, he game, school the chick

A hoe is a hoe fa sho', and any shoe’ll fit

Call it what you want, blunt lit in the club crunk

Drunk than a muh’fucker, split tryna cut somethin

Quick now us want somethin, and the broad lookin thick

Whattchu think he slicker than the liquor tryna move his dick?

Now hold up;

what?

Stop;

huh?

Somebody roll the weed up, feet up

V.I.P.

lookin all G’d up, hair stay P’d up

Can’t talk long gotta cut somethin, see ya

Roll somethin, drink somethin, cut somethin, hold up, what?!

Roll somethin, drink somethin, cut somethin, hold up, what?!

Roll somethin, drink somethin, cut somethin, hold up, what?!

Roll somethin, drink somethin, cut somethin, hold up, what?!

Nappy Roots, get it up at a sold out show

Cut her to, give it up when ya tho' that dough

Don’t be playin no games, what I told that hoe

Forget her name, but she gone lemme cut that’s all I know

Now I’m horny as a — pitbull

Some alcohol 'case I mess around and cut somethin

Get fooled, at the bar smoke somethin

It’s cool, hit the telly, two hens in the whirlpool

Steady sippin on courvoisier

Ghetto type at the bar spittin the gossip-eh

That’s all — lookin like Beyonce

Bout to cut, stuff brown in my cup (yeaga what?)

Hurry up dawg, tryna holla at these broads

Tell 'em I’m a playa, watch 'em cream in her drawers

Say I’m Randy Moss then her panties came off

Quicker than a wide receiver runnin out on a cross

Shake it off now!