| Lyrics: | Yes sir...
Nappy Roots...
Well.. I gotta go..
Aww.. alright..
[R.
Prophit]
I find myself up in the sky again, fly-in
So sincere, my dear, when I leave I cry
within
It's lonesome here, candy painted oh so clear
Represent the slums, Nappy through most
of the year (Nappy Roots!)
Shouts out to Aaliyah, live the life and very career
On my wall I
gotcha picture, God pray witcha
It's all on us, Nappy Boys 'In God We Trust'
Regardless
what, this ya boy R. Prophit whassup?!
[Hook: Big V]
Nappy head and all, is the life
for me
Grab my yea and we blowin trees
This is the life God chose for me, chose for
me
Nappy head and all, is the life for me
Grab my yea and we blowin trees
This is the
life God chose for me, chose for me, chose for me
[Ron Clutch]
I love my applecorn
home, gave my favorite brush away
Went from baldheaded to all-dreaded, to just enough to
braid
It could be my lucky day, Nappy shirted up the shades
Think I'm frontin, I'm cuttin
somethin.. with my trucks and blades
[Scales]
Let that man speak, step up - grab all my
meat
Greet you with my balls and my word in every handshake
You damn straight, you worthless
queer, price this landscape
Awake, to a plate - of a homemade pancake
Used to picture myself
at the NFL Draft
I just couldn't remove the lens cap
but I still kept my mouthpiece and my
chinstrap
[Ron Clutch]
I dread it all for a pimp hat
Big body hog, new rag-top,
pitch black
[Big V talking]
Being average is ok, being different is alright
Long as
you stay in your means
Then you know you keepin it real with yo'self
And that's Nappy right
there...
[Hook]
[B. Stille]
I'm i |
