Country boyz de Nappy Roots

La canción "Country Boyz" de Nappy Roots es un himno al orgullo y la identidad de los chicos del campo que viven su vida con autenticidad y conexiones profundas a sus raíces. A lo largo de la letra, los versos pintan un retrato vivido de la vida en el sur rural de Estados Unidos, donde la lealtad, la camaradería y el respeto por las tradiciones se entrelazan con la dureza y determinación propias del estilo de vida country.

Desde el inicio, se enfatiza el sentido de pertenencia y comunidad entre estos "country boyz", quienes se mueven al ritmo relajado pero seguro de su entorno rural. Las referencias a marcas como Hanes o Billies resaltan una estética sencilla pero arraigada en la cultura local, mientras que las menciones a lugares como '85 south' o 'm-i-l' (Muddy waters Inn) añaden capas de contexto geográfico y social a la narrativa.

A medida que avanza la canción, se exploran temas más profundos como el talento emprendedor para conseguir dinero ("what y'all niggaz do for cream"), enfrentamientos con falsedad e hipocresía ("smilin in my face but they really ain't no friend to me") y la realidad cruda de sobrevivir en un ambiente hostil ("y'all niggaz ain't feelin me"). Estos elementos añaden una tensión emocional a la melodía aparentemente divertida y despreocupada, revelando las luchas internas y externas a las que se enfrentan estos chicos del campo.

La estructura repetitiva del estribillo refuerza el sentido de unidad y hermandad entre los personajes descritos en la canción, creando un sentimiento colectivo de resistencia y fortaleza frente a adversidades. La instrumentación probablemente incluya sonidos criollos tradicionales mezclados con elementos modernos del hip-hop sureño, creando así un paisaje sonoro único que complementa magistralmente la temática rústica y terrosa abordada en la letra.

"Country Boyz" no solo celebra una identidad regional específica, sino que también desafía estereotipos preconcebidos sobre lo que significa ser parte del mundo rural. A través de sus letras evocativas e imágenes vívidas, Nappy Roots logra transmitir un mensaje sincero sobre lealtad, valor individual y amor por su tierra natal. Esta canción es verdaderamente un homenaje a un estilo de vida único y genuino que merece ser reconocido y valorado. ¡Un auténtico himno para todos aquellos que llevan orgullosamente el espíritu country en sus corazones!

We just some country boys - country walk, country talk
don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin off
we just some country boys - country walk, country talk
don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin off

this nigga no games (games)
with my hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll chain
doo-rag, heavy blue 'lac - 85 south, don't drive it too fast (too fast)
my niggaz don't roll no billies,
get a big box of them brown dutches (brown dutches)
we don't want no brand new cartel
brandon lemme get them keys to the cutlass (cutlass)
represent for the m-i-l, the a-t-l, the macktown (macktown)
stay smokin that smackdown, keep myself a little half pound (half pound)
you know b. stille in the cut, on the back po'ch jig drillin it up
black folks just livin it up, court next week not givin a fuck
what's up? grown standin - only rap to them grown women (grown women)
stay high, we'll play shy, least till i can get home wittem
shorty whattchu thinkin? whattchu drinkin? - thinkin it is what it ain't
i cain't be trickin, so don't be trippin, thinkin i can't when i cain't
come

nigga hooked it up, like the waitress from the ihop
nothin but the grits, steak, and egg with that
waitin for the five dollar pancake, front-back side to side
them polly country boy, cadillac, cat sick in the multi-color
all clean (twenty inches) at the seam (plenty chickens)
get the green (spit the swishers) at the beam (shit done seem)
craziest muh'fucker, what y'all niggaz do for cream
never knock the hustle scheme, only what the cheddar bring
hate, fake-niggaz, hoes, envy, greed, jealousy
cain't hate, what a nigga make, type of enemies
smilin in my face but they really ain't no friend to me
cain't wait, send em eight straight nine milli-mee
aww hell naw, y'all niggaz ain't feelin me
colt 45 e'rytime like billy d
ninety-five (?) leave through tennessee
quarter pound with the chron' fuckin wit my memory

peanut butter (rag-tops) - what's fuckin wit that?
(string beans) pork chops - what's fuckin wit that?
dime sack (with the gnac') - what's fuckin wit that?
what's fuckin with that? what's fuckin wit that?
every chevy (on dubs) - what's fuckin wit that?
(jodi-bodi) strip clubs - what's fuckin wit that?
nappy roots (hey dawg) - what's fuckin wit that?
what's fuckin wit that? what's fuckin wit that?

go down to the country, you won't wanna go back
vertical grills in front of the 'lac
guns roll so fast put one in my back
plus a buncha country boys wit gats, you don't want none-a that
keep - my nine - right beside me, at all times
cuz i be in the line, like somma these niggaz you find
don't want you to shine, right

from the side and nine-to-nine
roll around here somethin tryna sell mine
lord know but i got a dime early time
got me feelin to', now my eggo's cold
see i'm a country boy (huh?) close the door (huh?)
clinton and gore (huh?) y'all been warned (huh?)
guns and more - better hit the floor
them yeggaz want ya cuz they comin in with them laws

fuck - yo life; buck - my chife
and i got my ride, fool, i'm ready to ride
for my yeggaz i'ma bring it to you dead or alive

yeah that's fa sho' ya betta know that
you a nasty hoe, ya betta show that
got a quiet lil' spot we can go at
and if you ain't wit that, we can show you where the do' at