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Start It Over Lyrics - Watermelon, Chicken And Gritz - Nappy Roots

Fell in the dump, it's about a quarter past twelve 

Skinny with the rest of Nappy comin' as well 

Any nigga in this bitch ain't confident in his gal 

Gonna lose it shortly after it, soon as ya put it past her 

 

We, "50 Playaz Deep" in this bitch, like Drunken Master 

How long you think them fine days was really gonna last for? 

We slow and slum, you young and dumb, and clueless to disaster 

We creepin' on ya faster than a buzzard on ya bastards 

 

Step, introduce myself, Skinny the country rapper 

Like hundred spoke, we tighter with that game than Sunday Pastor 

And the second step, I leave her mesmerized and then I blast her 

Mind up out the solar system with this country pimpin' 

 

Plus the third dimension, need to stop look and listen 

We twenty-inchin' to the telly plus we on a mission 

Skinny bigger fishin', to the well and Moby Dickin' 

Step forward, let me show you how we get to dippin' 

Count 'em 

 

Slide on up and tap her shoulder 

Get in her mind and try to mold her 

Back on up, let me show ya 

Now start it over 

Slide on up and tap her shoulder 

Get in her mind and try to mold her 

Back on up, now let me show ya 

I'm ready for her 

 

I'ma spit it real life for you, not cuttin' no bakin' soda 

Bet a thousand playa, now watch me make my quota 

This is for the pimps and playaz that practice yoga 

All it takes is a couple of shots and off with your gut 

 

Rollin' in the new cotton-toed now scoot over 

Banana seeds is nice, baby please come closer 

Really wettin' knots in chemistry 

Just a fan of MTV, now I guess the hoe envy me 

 

Dropped my bow, saw her bobbin' her head to the beat 

Ol' lighty-skinned petite, ol' seductive freak 

She's a bad motherfucker, had ya walkin' the bee 

Girl, where ya change at? Girl it cost to eat 

 

I feel ya dawg, Prophit never loved these hoes 

Never went to buy no clothes at the mall and chose to stay hard 

Was tryna leave my knees when weak 

Weavin' through two plugs, took it out and shot on her mink 

 

Slide on up and tap her shoulder 

Get in her mind and try to mold her 

Back on up, let me show ya 

Now start it over 

Slide on up and tap her shoulder 

Get in her mind and try to mold her 

Back on up, now let me show ya 

I'm ready for her 

 

Nappy gon' do it to ya like it ain't been done before 

Hardcore on all fours, on the floor, up against the door 

Give her the telly key and room number to where we be tonight 

Aim to please tonight, tryna freak tonight 

 

Aww man I'm so thirsty could drink a pint 

Man I'm so hungry could eat a dyke, you hear me hollarin'? 

I heard ya right, dirty minds, they think alike 

Us two guys in here, you know ya got to get live in here 

I wanna put it deep in you 

 

Horizontal, diagonal, vertical, Viagra 

Magnum, Sir Magnus, on the mattress 

Whilin' in it, every which-a-way 

With this dick get it, situated 

Big V sophisticated with B, don't stop 

 

Get it get it, here kitty kitty 

Hump it like a dog, lick it like a frog 

Question, is it wet enough? Lemme check it 

She gettin' spun like this Nappy Root record, disrespect it 

 

Slide on up and tap her shoulder 

Get in her mind and try to mold her 

Back on up, let me show ya 

Now start it over 

Slide on up and tap her shoulder 

Get in her mind and try to mold her 

Back on up, now let me show ya 

I'm ready for her 

 

Slide on up and tap her shoulder 

Get in her mind and try to mold her 

Back on up, let me show ya 

Now start it over 

Slide on up and tap her shoulder 

Get in her mind and try to mold her 

Back on up, now let me show ya 

I'm ready for her 

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Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Silver Fox Music Group