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One of them is fat and loud second one is black and proud Third one's drunk and wild fourth one slip and slid one of them is just shy last one is young and wise homegrown battle tested you gonna love these guys brought the hood on them guys the best story told yet bonded against all odds aint no tearin them apart swore (?) till death do them in even in reincarnation they would do it again [Ron Clutch] Who would ever thought six different strands would lock together locked forever rockin leathery wood told you chicken and cris go good with some watermelon albums sellin coast to coast across the seas gave everything we could our tears our sweat our blood, cuz [Chorus] I am because we are we are because I am Everbody say We are on a holiday Now throw your hands to the sky turn up the music just ride we representin right we are on a holiday we are because I am I am because we are Hey, its Nappy Roots Day! we are on a holiday Now throw your hands to the sky bounce to the music we ride we represintin right We are on a holiday [B. Stille (R. Prophit)] Now we stronger than wood, playa (we tougher than leather) Us yeaga's hustle together (uh uh not just for the cheddar) Look here we trustin each other (Sayin "um you fuck with my brother?) you gotta suffer the reprocutions we come from the gutter (white kangol white glass six stripped suit with the matching) boots came from the ostrich blowin smoke out the nostrals (havin trouble with student loans we struggle for too long) but now we can move on put that on my tombstone (we are because I am aint hard to understand |
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The whole damn world is country...
The whole damn world is country... [Skinny DeVille] Yeah... Aww man, the grass done got green on the other side of the fence So I hopped my ass over to see if I was convinced Fast paced city life, but country livin's the sense Cop me a Caddy say to hell with a Benz Benz, Benz, twenty inch rims I can't leave the vertical grill back at the ranch Got a "Phat" farm with with cows and whole lotta land Twenty acres (???) [B. Stille] Meanwhile up in the D where they hollowin up dope And thugs blow weed in the park when the club close In Mil-waukee the beats it petro Off in D.C., the streets is ghetto Let's roll - to Cali where they chief the best 'dro And drive cars so big you can't reach the pedal Never had a glass of purple juice for breakfast Until I took my ass to Houston, Texas, that's country! [Chorus] The whole damn world is country Been all around the globe from Monday to Sunday Y'all the same folk we see in Kentucky (it must mean) The whole damn world is country Been all around the globe from Monday to Sunday Y'all the same folk we see in Kentucky (it must mean) The whole damn world is country [Big V] (???) they was sportin, Jordans and Waltons Went in for the cage, and winded up staying In Kentucky it was meth but Miami they was basing Rap my ass off then I'll see ya at the Bassment Hit VA, where they do nothing but cook Carolina, Indiana, Alabama, Savannah Boston, Denver, and all points between Tennesse, Florida, ain't nothing love for ya [R. Prophit] Now shake it, bounce, sit back and let ya hair blow Spanish chicas waving, hasta luego Pearl white drop, weather' |
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(Yes) Oh yes it's them Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s (Oh yes) It's them Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s [Verse 1 - Skinny Deville] Skinny talkin bout that wood with that custom leather, bangin down I-65 Slaw and slum but dubs are better, who you think gon' keep it live? It's Nappy bitch, what have to come Pay attention, learn your lesson, yup We them country folk with Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s, Lac Dogs What you think that Nappy gon' be broke forever? Shit naw Hit the bank and cashin in on old investments What, you ain't know about them country fried sessions? Does that Likwit hit in '97 Answer all yo' Questions ? Kentucky's on the map now, who you think done gave directions? From the top and back down, we rep the country to perfection Don't it look so slum with 55 from New York down to Texas? Hella poor straight from the South and haters must respect this [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Ron Clutch] (Let me tell you about it) When I first got my baby she could barely start A-hand-me-down from a real O.G., all day she stayed in park Almost never did she drive Born in 1979 And she weighed about a ton Big ol' body built to run First thing I done, hauled her over, had her hummin G notes Underneath her hood, hundreds of horses powered her ego Her government name was Coup Deville but I called her Miss Piggy Top her with some (?) and fit her for some twenties (twenties) Playas hate that I be trickin like she's all that I'm love with So we took her to the edge and shoved it and still "Ball out on a Budget" Dug in her guts, laced her up with leather and wood Together it go good, us country boys forev |
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[Intro]
What is it you tryna hide off.. Them jeans so tight you know ain't nothin'.. The way workin' 'em be hurtin' 'em.. You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl [Verse One - B.Stille] No, I am not your average country boy I'm a savage don't ask if I want some more Let you have it, there you go Girl, I will grab it, slap it, flip you, rub it down [Verse Two - Big V] See you make me want it in ways I ain't supposed to say Wanna kiss you in places I shouldn't put my face See you got my attention for real in a major way Ain't no need to stop it girl go on keep boppin' girl [Hook - Nappy Roots] What is it that you tryin' to hide off in them pockets girl? Them jeans so tight you konw ain't nothin' in them pockets girl The way you workin' 'em be hurtin' 'em just stop it girl You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl Move it (Keep bouncin' shorty) Move (Now shake it girl) Move it (Keep bouncin' shorty) Move (Now shake it girl) Move it (Keep bouncin' shorty) Move (Now shake it girl) Move it (Keep bouncin' shorty) Move (Now shake it girl) [Verse Three - Skinny DeVille] Yo, caught up in the song bitch what you call drunk? Damn this mothafucker here done got crunk Strip them down what you call skunk It's all up in the atmosphere pass that blunt All y'all trippin' off what the country boy say Let me get anotha shot of grandma's yay And a double shot of Jack the fact Where the hell is buffalo at with half the sack Look at all these broads with asses phat Knowin' gotdern well what she dressin' at And when they play the right track where them yeagas at-ac |
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| 4:16 |
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| 4:36 |
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[Intro, spoken: B Stille]
Wise words being spoke Huh Y'all know what it is Nap-Nappy Roots. Can I start this one off? Ok [Verse One-B. Stille] Each day I listen what the streets say Like a DJ my negroes scratch ghetto recordings, for my peoples Got the eyes of an eagle, can't see us ever being at peace for a reason Cause we ain't never being equal And got us believing we heathens, uncivil soldiers of evil Reach up and assume the position, you know the procedure Can't even leisure smoke hollow reefer With out police and search and seizure by the same police who murdered Ceaser It's brutal Seeing them treat us like lower creatures than human beings More so like aliens Touring the land of Europeans Seeming to have the tendency to think we ignorant Cause of our pigment, can't take away a nigga's dignity though Still I pimp the industry hoe And even when I'm rich I'm a pretend to be poor My life's a work in progress, soon to be end of the road But I don't stress cause I have been her before, you know [chorus] My life's a work in progress (and even though I'm rich I'm gonna pretend to be poor) My life's a work in progress (but I don't stress cause I have been here before) My life's a work in progress (and even though I'm rich I'm gonna pretend to be poor) My life's a work in progress (but I don't stress cause I have been here before) [Verse two-Ron Clutch] In life Every step you take Every right every left you make You can look at it like chess in a way Cause life is best when you take your time Don't make a move, unless you done made up your mind Play by the rules |
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| 10. |
| 5:14 |
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Yooooo! I said Yooooo! For all them industry haters that said we couldn't do it... This for my country thug street yeagas! You know we gon' [Hook] Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good Yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should Folk round here be up to no good [Verse 1] [Skinny Deville] My yeaga lookin like one of them days I got a Franklin in my pocket, with this lint like a slave And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime pay Money spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton Window tint, same ol' song Lincoln on a sack, with the fifty-dat Bump my song, Get drunk, get it crunk Country-fried, pack a blunt Erything tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bump In a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a gauge Turn the page, flip the script Hit the script jump, shorty with the dump In the hatchback, ass fat Nickel bag of funk, caught a skunk in a rat trap Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass that Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, headed South Woodgrain, Pure Grain, hold it in and let it out Bouncin' like a bunny hunny, tell the shorty set it out Get in where we fit in, we gon' try our best to sell it out [Hook 2x] [Verse 2] [B Stille] We makes it hot for 'em, feel the flames Who seperate the real from lames Yeaga B Stille's his name (Where you from?) The Ville, LaGrange, to Mills and Fane Look how far Louisville's done came! Now break it down I like my pockets fat And my weed green And my liquor brown And my hens clean With they panties down And a beat that k |
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Hmmmmmmmm
Well, well, well, well [Chorus] These walls are closin' in How long I'm supposed to grin I lost my will to win Forgive my sin, hmmmmmmmmmm These walls are closin' in How long I'm supposed to grin I lost my will to win Forgive my sin, hmmmmmmmmmm As darkness approaches And I'm fumbling through the blunt roaches Its looking hopeless, totally unfocused Stumbling onto the front porch Poasty with my closest associates We were so broke Though a couple of us had sold dope Still humble enough to be po' folk We coming up to be grown folk Ain't dumb enough to be slow poke Though the hours of death they grow close So we give our lives to the utmost, Plus Here's an extra point Visualize the gold post No we not eating duck roast But we live our lives to the utmost, Cause Those pressure points Are the corners we cut close Turn most civilized Yaggers to cutthroats And it's these men they send up state by truck load And hurl 'em in to the pin like buffalos I'm saying [Chorus] The game was sold, not told to me Heartache won't let go of me Games say that I'll live and lie But I'll trrrrryyyyy Every which way tell you the angles I done tossed and turned Hit and missed Pissed cause of that didn't amount to this Getting it ain't got a damn thing to do with keeping shit Working damn hard to get it Plans and not parting with it Life got a way of showing you shit you can't barely see Tough keeping close Setting sail through a sea of g's Something should this night I lay me down to sleep Wasn't happy with my f |
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<i>[R. Prophet]</i>
Welcome <i>[Chorus 4x - Nappy Roots]</i> War/Peace, c'mon Nappy Love/Lust, now say it, Roots <i>[R. Prophet]</i> I got a telegram from a pelican Said in the clouds last night she got higher then she's ever been Seen shuttles and huddles, hard rocks and war bombs In real life our words in distorted sound Coke and Hen' mix, guitar Jimi Hendrix Smokes and blunts but this is my experience The world's corrupt, how can I defend it? Need more love, that's why I have to send it <i>[B. Stille]</i> Know what it is when you really tryin to be somethin But in your minds you really can't find nothin But am I wrong if a preacher can't reach me? Or am I dumb cause a teacher can't teach me? I'm too black for this world here to bleach me I'm too much hell for this heaven here to keep me But you can beat me, slander me, cancel me But see I'm real so you still gotta answer me <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Skinny Deville]</i> The thought of all destruction, man ain't nothin gonna last I feel the pain and sufferin, the system done collapsed Wood is burnin, big construction's burnin, holdin on a pass Shattered glass the aftermath, tragic death is on the trail Empty shells, the ghetto's extinct, there's heaven and there's hell Burnin souls, the opposite of peace for 7 million years Started livin well, self-esteem, been lovin with myself It's time for revolution, get yo' gauge and bullets off the shelf Because it's war <i>[Ron Clutch]</i> Because the end is almost here but I done been here before So I haven't any fear for I trust in the Lord When I die nobody cry, nobody shed not a tear In the middle of the floor pour out your liquor and your beer I'm still witcha, you can hear me loud and clearly When I'm howlin at the moon (whoooooo) Mama heard me freestylin in the womb Heard me battlin the beat of her heart when it boom I'm born again, I'm free! I'm Nappy to my Roots! <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Big V]</i> Do it, c'mon, c'mon, yeah! Do it, c'mon, c'mon, yeah! Do it, c'mon, c'mon, yeah! Do it, do it, do it, do it! <i>[B. Stille]</i> Rich man purchased a poor one This land versus a fore run Either you with us or for 'em Pistols and missiles got 'em just to wage war on It ain't safe even in Oregon Each mourn, then there's more gone Bloodshed filthy as the money it pours on The guilty hand washes the sore one King James boxin a Qu'ran The officials are morons, can't trust no one <i>[Big V]</i> But if the whinos don't know it, the streets won't repeat it If it ain't adverse, then the reverend won't preach it Represent the slums, the misfits and have-nots Buddy we had not, born in a bad spot <i>[Chorus]</i> |
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Niggaz was goin crazy with me It was our first video, nigga You know we was gon' come back to the country road I don't know...yyyeah Y'all-y'all ready to roll again? (Wussup) Lets ride then Ah, yup, hit 'em [Big V] Way before platinum there was a place we used to go and ride for hours at a time on a country road Whatever's troublin, you can let it go I get out of the car and walk through it, visit the river and talk to it Simply sayin, "Mr. water, what is it that you runnin from?" Asked the bird in the tree, "What is it that you hummin for?" Now knowin Why the Caged Bird Sings is wishin to be free Reminded myself of life and it's hold on me Touring, the children, women, sexual resistance Religion means so much to me, the church don't see enough of me This way, that way, bendin corners tryin to get away Sometimes you have to see a storm to appreciate a pretty day BACK in the car now, headed for the liquor store God, what a vivid scene, diggin what I just seen Rolled up another one, still in a daze though Gassed up at the Mini-Mart, my mind on the country roads [Chorus 2x - Nappy Roots] I just wanna goooo On the country roads and get blowwwwed On the country roads again rolllll Been on the country roads again [Skinny Deville] Yo, we off in these backwoods Caddy-hoggin, Nappy dawg, ain't no joke We glad they robbin, rap imposters, for they problem no hope It's cutthroat, we hungry starvin, chargin for the front do' You want mo'? We smoke and sparkin, jokers like the blunt go Been shovin folk for plenty miles, yes I'm the type to grin and bear it The second chance and out the box, I'm back again with 'd |
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Yeah Country boys, Nappy Roots Lil' John, King of Crunk Y'all know this was comin Damn playa, here we go [Chorus - Nappy Roots] Whatcha gonna do when we pull up in your city? How ya gonna act when Nappy Roots in your city? Whatcha gonna do when we pull up in your city? How ya gonna act when Nappy Roots in your city? Lean to the left and stomp with it, stomp with it (stomp) To the right then stomp with it, stomp with it (stomp) Back to the left and then stomp with it, stomp with it (stomp) When you got it say yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) [Verse 1 - Big V] "Awnaw", hell naw, boy - here come another anthem Done worked up a head of steam and ain't lookin to slow down none Say it til ya, til ya tell it the way we told the shit Let go for what, little daddy? We got control of this Runners on you mark, get set, cause here we go with it Walkin a muck, ya half dead? We put our soul in it Not gon' let go for no one and I'm fo' sho' of it But I'm for certain hurtin, and still wantin more of it [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Scales] I keep it slum when I fall and it all and pick up Keys from grandma and it slaw and it set it up Quick if you brawl nigga, talk business Or we shut it down like the law, hit it all-black, all-tinted [Skinny Deville] From the top down to the rock bottom, now we in yo' town, street (?) From the fist fights to the glock shot, we known to clown When the folk keep hollerin Sheeit what y'all wanna do? Our haters keep on cock-blockin, damn Them niggaz is off they rocker, prolly got 'em off they Gin and Vodka What happened? Brought them bottles in, that sum-bi |
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