Yes sir...
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Nappy Roots...
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Well.. I gotta go..
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Aww.. alright..
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[R. Prophit]
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I find myself up in the sky again, fly-in
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So sincere, my dear, when I leave I cry within
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It's lonesome here, candy painted oh so clear
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Represent the slums, Nappy through most of the year (Nappy Roots!)
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Shouts out to Aaliyah, lived a legendary career
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On my wall I gotcha picture, God pray witcha
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It's all on us, Nappy Boys 'In God We Trust'
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Regardless what, this ya boy R. Prophit whassup?!
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[Hook: Big V]
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Nappy head and all, is the life for me
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Grab my yea and we blowin trees
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This is the life God chose for me, chose for me
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Nappy head and all, is the life for me
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Grab my yea and we blowin trees
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This is the life God chose for me, chose for me, chose for me
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[Ron Clutch]
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I love my applecorn home, gave my favorite brush away
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Went from baldheaded to all-dreaded, to just enough to braid
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It could be my lucky day, Nappy shirted up the shades
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Think I'm frontin, I'm cuttin somethin.. with my trucks and blades
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[Scales]
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Let that man speak, step up - grab all my meat
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Greet you with my balls and my word in every handshake
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You damn straight, you worthless queer, price this landscape
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Awake, to a plate - of a homemade pancake
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Used to picture myself at the NFL Draft
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I just couldn't remove the lens cap
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but I still kept my mouthpiece and my chinstrap
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[Ron Clutch]
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I dread it all for a pimp hat
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Big body hog, new rag-top, pitch black
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[Big V talking]
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Being average is ok, being different is alright
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Long as you stay in your means
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Then you know you keepin it real with yo'self
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And that's Nappy right there...
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[Hook]
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[B. Stille]
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I'm in the '81 'Lac Seville, but got spend
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Limo tint, but see we ridin it like it's a Benz
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Clamp somethin like a (?) (Puff somethin like a pimp)
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I'm cuttin corners most players won't attempt
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[Skinny DeVille]
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Skinny slum type, betcha bottom dollar that's fa sure
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Nappy gonna be alright, through ups and downs and back and fer'
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What the hell ya talkin bout? How much it cost to floss and ball
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We did it on a budget, rep the country till we fall
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[B. Stille]
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Playa we in (Nappy!) enter this biz
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My love is in the slums and the people that's near
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They love me dawg, do anything for me dawg
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Make a livin outta whattchu call ugly dawg!
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[Skinny DeVille]
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With nothin left to lose, we get it in,
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but Nappy Roots done paid the dues
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Hustlin, backwards-ass nigga this one here's for you
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You in the way, get out the game
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We comin through, with shit to prove
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Ain't nan thing you can tell me 'fore observin what we bout to do
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[Hook]
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[music fades out]
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Blowin' Trees
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Nappy Roots |