BOY JONES - Nappy Afro lyrics

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I still get busy in my nappy afro

My, my, my nappy afro

My, my, my nappy afro

I said I, I said I, I said I

I still get busy in my nappy afro

My sword slice the Peter Pan shadow

Stop me, I'm feeling so guilty

Check my swag, my afro still nappy

Check my swag, my afro still nappy

Check my swag, my afro still nappy

I still be sword fighting while I'm cutting the potatoes

At the same time, shit, I can slice up an eightball

At the same time, shit, I can smoke a Chris Tucker

My sword get higher than Wang You in Chinese Boxer

My sword get higher than Snoop Doggy in the club

I think I stab Paris young panties in the club

I feel innocent, I seen cigarettes in the club

I stab Mr. Cancer, let the nicotine flood

Fuck it, it's time to go to church

My preacher said, my afro stink

I lift my sword up, I cut the tomato out his skull

Now the preacher can't think

Some people say I got mental power

I touch a human, I can see his heart slowly devour

I'm great in impression, my sword will slice the

Nipples off your breast, something something something

Chest inflation, then I put his lungs up for donation

My eyes closed, but my third eye's swollen

I'm thinking too hard, ahh, about Jedi mind controlling

I speak so evil, I got the mouth of madness

I eat with no fork, I'm an old school savage

My teeth so bad, it's the color of cabbage

And the point of my dagger smell just like catfish

Jerry, you safe with time at the end of my sword shift

Boy Jones a bad ass

But I take my grades up in Samurai class

Master taught me how to strike fast

Stuck my blade all in that ass

I stuck my blade all up in that ass

Master taught me how to strike fast

Oh shit... shadow