[Big V]
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One of them is fat and loud
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second one is black and proud
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Third one's drunk and wild
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fourth one slip and slid
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one of them is just shy
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last one is young and wise
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homegrown battle tested you gonna love these guys
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brought the hood on them guys
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the best story told yet bonded against all odds
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aint no tearin them apart
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swore (?) till death do them in
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even in reincarnation they would do it again
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[Ron Clutch]
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Who would ever thought six different strands
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would lock together locked forever
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rockin leathery wood told you chicken and cris go good
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with some watermelon albums sellin coast to coast
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across the seas gave everything we could
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our tears our sweat our blood, cuz
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[Chorus]
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I am because we are
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we are because I am
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Everbody say
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We are on a holiday
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Now throw your hands to the sky
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turn up the music just ride
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we representin right
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we are on a holiday
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we are because I am
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I am because we are
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Hey, its Nappy Roots Day!
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we are on a holiday
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Now throw your hands to the sky
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bounce to the music we ride
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we represintin right
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We are on a holiday
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[B. Stille (R. Prophit)]
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Now we stronger than wood, playa (we tougher than leather)
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Us yeaga's hustle together (uh uh not just for the cheddar)
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Look here we trustin each other (Sayin "um you fuck with my brother?)
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you gotta suffer the reprocutions we come from the gutter
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(white kangol white glass six stripped suit with the matching)
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boots came from the ostrich blowin smoke out the nostrals
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(havin trouble with student loans we struggle for too long)
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but now we can move on put that on my tombstone
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(we are because I am aint hard to understand it)
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far from a shootin star (rather play on my planet)
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Power respect (demanded)
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to us nothing was hand
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(play it as loud as you can and say just how we played it)
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[Chorus]
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[R. Prophit]
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Bring out your kids and just treat em
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cotton candy plus freedom
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raised by (?) and feed em
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sweet as Shirly Temple singin
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Clown on the charoselle
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Spin on the ferris wheel
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Its magic floatin, smokin, take up a call from Fish Scales
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[Fish Scales]
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Man, we liven straight
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real playas and real estates
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weapons we put away
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we reachin out with nappy days
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[R. Prophit]
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Sparklers light up the dark fireworks in the park
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[Fish Scales]
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Shrimp ala car red wine holly tart
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Like soldiers comin home
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Watchin after the war is gone
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skys raining confetti
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singing out the nappy meddle
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get rid of felonies
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wash em away with melodies
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irish to ebonies
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haitians to the lebonese
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[Skinny Deville]
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As I jot down in my note pad some day considered important to me
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the birth of my son the day I signed my first recording agreement
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it was sorta like my soul to the devil
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and I was allowing him to keep it
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but the true essence of this art form cant be confined to temptation and evil
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lots of folks on the grind to this bullshit and my real yeagas stuck around
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so this days a tribute a celebration
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I am because we all stay down
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Shit, I am gonna keep it Nappy 365 and 7 days a week
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we fortunate to make it out that trap because the forest roots they runnin deep
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[Chorus till fade]
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Nappy Roots Day
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Nappy Roots |