Nappy Roots Day - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: Nappy Roots Day
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): William Hughes, Ronald Wilson, Vito Tisdale, L Crump, Kenneth Anthony, Brian Scott, Robin Hugh Gibb, Melvin Adams, Barry Gibb

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Lyric:
Holiday
Holiday

One of them is fat and loud
Second one is black and proud
Third one's drunk and wild
Fourth one slip and slide
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
Ain't no tearin' them apart
Swore pattern, wow till death do them in
Even in reincarnation they would do it again

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

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 representin' right
(We are on a holiday)

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 nostrils
(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, ain't hard to understand it)
Far from a shootin' star
(Rather play on my planet)
Power respect
(Demanded)
To us nothing was handed
(Play it as loud as you can and say just how we played it)

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 representin' right
(We are on a holiday)

Bring out your kids and just treat em
Cotton candy plus freedom
Raised by ma cousin and feed em
Sweet as Shirley temple singin'
Clown on the caruselle
Spin on the ferris wheel
Its magic floatin', smokin', takin up a call from fish house
Man, we livin' straight
Real playas and real estates
Weapons we put away
We reachin' out with Nappy Day
Sparklers light up the dark fireworks in the park

Shrimp ala car, red wine holly tart
Like soldiers comin' home
Watchin' after the war is gone
Skys raining confetti
Singing out the Nappy medely's
Get rid of felonies
Wash em away with melodies
Irish to Ebonies
Haitians to the Lebonese
As I jot down in my note pad some day
Considered important to me
The birth of my son the day I signed
My first recording agreement

It was sorta like my soul to the Devil
And I was allowing him to keep it
But the true essence of this art form
Can't be confined to temptation and evil
Lots of folks on the grind to this bullshit
And my real yeagas stuck around
So this days a tribute a celebration
I am because we all stay down
Shit, I am gonna keep it Nappy 365 and 7 days a week
We fortunate to make it out that trap
Because the forest roots they runnin' deep

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 representin' right
(We are on a holiday)

Today I'm feelin' so alive, revived
Today I'm feelin' so alive, revived

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Po' Folks - Lyrics - Watermelon, Chicken And Gritz - Nappy Roots

Title: Po' Folks
Album: Watermelon, Chicken And Gritz
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): William Hughes, Mark A Williams, Vito Tisdale, Kenneth Anthony, Joe Anthony Kent

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Lyric:
All my life been po' but it really don't matter no mo'
And they wonder why we act this way, Nappy Boys gon' be okay
All my life been po' but it really don't matter no mo'
And they wonder why we act this way, Nappy Roots gon' be okay, okay

We came in the game, plain ya see
Average man when the rest was ashamed to be
Nappy head and all, ain't no changin' me

So rough it was, downright wrong I tell ya
Nobody never gave us nothin' but tough time and made us somethin'
Different stretch of road, new somethin' to see
Every state on the map, a different somethin' to eat

Daps and handshakes, it meant nuttin' for real
Everybody makin' a killin' man, showin' no feelin's
Walkin' off collectin' pay, it's the way of the world
Can't change it, so I guess I'm gon' pray for the world

Sometimes I ask myself, was I made for the world?
I scream this to you, and I say it to the world
Nappy then, Nappy now, Nappy for a bit
Knee-deep, head over heels in this country shit

All my life been po', but it really don't matter no mo'
And they wonder why we act this way, Nappy Boys gon' be okay
All my life been po', but it really don't matter no mo'
And they wonder why we act this way, Nappy Roots gon' be okay, okay

Even though I picture better days
I'm thankful for the chance I got to say amen
The Lord done blessed me with his grace
I wish this day would never end

We represent the slums, where we from, we feel they bump
Polish shot off on these presidents, and hard times they go and come
Some take up off, without the chance, to make it at all
Who woulda thought skinny'd be the one that's, makin' this call

Lord, help me out, tell me where I went wrong
I'm tryna find a righteous path, although it's, never been long
I gotta do it for my sons, they tellin' me, daddy be strong
We gon' make it through these hard times
Even though they go and they come

Ya absolutely right, for somethin' happen to me on last Tuesday night
It's plain as day, man they with this world trade
Naw brave any order but confoldure
Better make it home when nothin' seems to matter
That's when, see, everything can go any which way
They got me fooled, see the henny with the J
Front porch, chillin' broke, country folk, man I'm Nappy with my ways yo

All my life been po', but it really don't matter no mo'
And they wonder why we act this way, Nappy Boys gon' be okay
All my life been po', but it really don't matter no mo'
And they wonder why we act this way, Nappy Roots gon' be okay, okay

It's a blessin' we woke up this mornin'
All my colored folk stressin', come let's join hands
Got the folk with depresses of being po' man
Poppa taught me an order, survive for no man

Nappy got some from the roots for we gon' stand
Prophit grew from a juvenile to a grown man
Ya gotta take responsibility for ya own man
Zonin', two blunts a mo'nin, by sunrise sometimes

I love to hear my woman moanin', it's on again
Damn I hope you play this song again
The soul cleansin', the melody just read my end
Not a lot of things but usually just appendin' my lady
Been searchin' bendin' and saw my folks locked in the tenants
And it don't make any sense why children and sentencin'
Broadcastin' from the slums, that's why I'm writin' these sentences
Just lower my income, what though we ain't finish it

All my life been po', but it really don't matter no mo'
And they wonder why we act this way, Nappy Boys gon' be okay
All my life been po', but it really don't matter no mo'
And they wonder why we act this way, Nappy Roots gon' be okay, okay

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Blowin' Trees - Lyrics - Watermelon, Chicken And Gritz - Nappy Roots

Title: Blowin' Trees
Album: Watermelon, Chicken And Gritz
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): William Hughes, Vito Tisdale, Brian Scott, James Chambers, Melvin Adams, Ryan Anthony, R Wilson

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Lyric:
Yes sir
Nappy roots
Well I gotta go
Aww alright

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 aliyah, 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?

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

I love my apple corn home, gave my favorite brush away
Went from bald headed 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

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
I dread it all for a pimp hat
Big body hog, new rag-top, pitch black

Being average is okay, 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

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

I'm in the '81 'lac Seville, but got spend
Limo tint, but see we ridin' it like it's a Benz
Clamp somethin' like a pimp
(Puff somethin' like a pimp)
I'm cuttin' corners most players won't attempt
Skinny slum type, betcha bottom dollar that's fa sure
Nappy gonna be alright, through ups and downs and back and fer'
What the hell ya talkin' 'bout? How much it cost to floss and ball
We did it on a budget, rep the country till we fall

Playa we in enter this biz
(Nappy!)
My love is in the slums and the people that's near
They love me dang, do anything for me dang
Make a livin' outta whattchu call ugly dang
With nothin' left to lose, we get it in
But nappy roots done paid the dues
Hustlin', backwards-ass nigga this one here's for you
You in the way, get out the game
We comin' through, with shit to prove
Ain't nan thing you can tell me 'fore observin' what we 'bout to do

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

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Work In Progress - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: Work In Progress
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): Glenn Standridge, Vito Tisdale, Kenneth Anthony, Brian K. Scott, William Rahsaan Hughes, Raphael Saadiq, Melvin Adams, Ron Wilson, Bobby Ozuna

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Lyric:
Wise words bein' spoke, huh, y'all know what it is
Nap, Nappy Roots, can I start this one off? Okay

Each day I listen what the streets say, like a DJ my Negroes scratch Ghetto recordin's, for my peoples got the eyes of an eagle
Can't see us ever bein' at peace for a reason 'cause we ain't
Never bein' equal they got us believin' we heathens, uncivil soldiers
Of evil, reach up and assume the position, you know the procedure
Can't even leisure smoke hollow reefer without police and search and Seizure by the same police who murdered Ceaser
It's brutal

Seein' them treat us like lower creatures than human beings more
So like aliens tourin' the land of Europeans, seemin' to have the Tendency to think we ignorant 'cause of our pigment, can't take away
A niggas, 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

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)

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, don't ever play the fool
Sometimes you play and lose but you still pay your dues
Come on

Everybody knows the cost to be the boss, yeah the price is kind of Steep but sacrifice is never cheap, I learned that life can be sweet
And bitter at the same time, it's the Ying verse the Yang
Sorta like rain without shine, sometimes against the grain you grind Gotta grit your teeth and bear it

Matthew 5, verse 5 the earth the meek shall inherit
Cherish the day before you perish away 'cause who can say
How many days your power last, it's like a crack in your hourglass
In a flash, the hours pass
Then you're gone, gone , gone

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

Like there, long life livin' get will bring you close you dyin'
The more laughs one had will bring you close to cryin'
Cold unforgiving planet, yea it is, racists, and communicatin'
Those who wrong did, I daydream back to the 80's when we was all kids
A stab wound kidnappin' but experience though at the time

Not a glock would blow in da wind, it's a good day in the hood
To witness a stabbin', now stories told to us, without tragedy seem like It involve bloodshed automatically, if you ever get a chance, just stop And use your mind observe the world for yourself and just check
Your time

Yeah, Oh, Yeah, that's right
(My life's a work in progress)
Smoke somethin' with your country people
Drank somethin' with your country people
(My life's a work in progress)

Thinkin' back in Junior high when sex was the shit
Fein' pussy now a day can get you killed quick
'Bout shootin' ball in now they 'bout getting licks
I'm playin' Nappy Roots just to hear the realest shit
Expect it to the best of my know how and my rapping wit

See next to nothing sugar coated in these cold streets
Whatever you do, be smart, tote your heat
Did I mention if you don't work you don't eat
If you ever get a chance stop and use your mind
Observe the world for yourself and check the time
Yea, Smoke somethin' with your country people

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)
(But I don't stress 'cause I have been here before)

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Lac Dogs &Amp; Hogs - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: Lac Dogs &Amp; Hogs
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): William Hughes, Ronald Wilson, Vito Tisdale, V Tisdale, R Wilson, Kenneth Anthony, T Johnson, K Anthony, W Hughes, Troy Johnson, B Scott, Brian Scott, Melvin Adams

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Lyric:
(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
(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

(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
(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

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 no
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

(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
(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

(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
(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

(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 [Incomprehensible]) 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 forever stay hood

(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
(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

(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
(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

You shove that shit that go bump bump bump bump and ya
Shake the lock off her mothe'fucker trunk, when ya
Hit the block make her mothe'fucker jump
Roll your window down, stop, look like somethin' like a pimp

Roll that window back up, and show 'em they reflection
And their ultra fade then chop on that suck like Wesley's blade
Escalade D.T.S., switch it up, keep them haters on they toes
Red rolls, fleet wood hoes

Can't believe it, when they see them twenty fo's, believe it
My ham and cheese the freshest
Now what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I give you three guesses

(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
(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

(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
(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

You feel the wind, don't ya?
You hear the tires squallin'
Kentucky, Colorado, Boston down to New Orleans
Big bodies get it done, Dodge Ram preferably
'Cause they do run run, they do run run

Black magic, lookin' better then Wesson fryin' a pan of fish
Gangsta leanin' like they do in Los Angeles
(That's gangsta)
Adjective, describin' what I'm rollin' in
Them country fellas ain't gon' stop it, we on the road again

Goddamn, yes I am, the thriller with the skrilla
Got plans, Pac fan strictly for my niggaz
Stop starin', we not playin'', armor color kryptonite
Rims nice but thank God our dreams came to life

Fast roller, cash swoll up, the mind mold up, the crowd hold us
Soldiers quick to throw they rags when I roll up
Dimes is quarters, sell liquor, my rhymes is colder
Prophet never look this fine since I grinded Cola
Roll up

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Roll Again - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: Roll Again
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): William Hughes, David Shears, Ronald Wilson, Homer Banks, Vito Tisdale, Ernest Franklin, Kenneth Anthony, Carl Hampton, Brian Scott, Raymond Jackson, Mr Dj Melvin Adams

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Lyric:
Niggaz was goin' crazy with me, it was our first video, nigga
You know we was gone' come back to the country road
I don't know, yea, y'all, y'all ready to roll again?
Wuss up, let's ride then, ah, yup, hit 'em

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

I just wanna go on the country roads
And get blowed on the country roads again
Roll, been on the country roads again

I just wanna go on the country roads
And get blowed on the country roads again
Roll, been on the country roads again

Yo, we off in these backwoods caddy hoggin', nappy dang, ain't no joke
We glad they robbin' rap imposers 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 'dro and spirits
Look at me now, I found a spot, I'm down here by that rollin' river
Grab a rose and took me to a place, au revoir, I'm rollin' scriptures

Man these country roads makin' me zone out
Ridin' through all the bullshit that poppa would scold 'bout
But soon as my hustle got good I showed out
Quick to jump, I, 24, come back with plenty mo'

By '97 I was smokin' perfecto
The chains and the Willie Esco was the dresscode
We lost our littlest cousin Gwin, a skidrow
Tony Renfrow, rest in peace your kinfolks, I miss y'all

I just wanna go on the country roads
And get blowed on the country roads again
Roll, been on the country roads again

I just wanna go on the country roads
And get blowed on the country roads again
Roll, been on the country roads again

Dude what the hell are we doin'?
Back deep on these country roads blowin', gettin' in touch with my mind
No worries just striped lines and curve filled signs
When all the events throughout the day, good or bad somehow rewind
While I recline in my Cadillac seats

Hit the trees and press repeat
And let the melody of these windy roads keep my soul upbeat
No destination proposed
Just ridin' these country roads

Listen, this killer's that's willin' to catch a court case
Split your wig apart quicker than the divorce rate
Niggaz show out, go wild in the corpse cage
Blow out in the news and I don't mean the sports page
Get drowned in North Lake, could get found in horse cave

Fool, get down, the boy's crazy
Lil' Stille's with ambition, itchin' to fill my position
Replace me but by the Lord's grace still existin'

Should be in depression, Latrill is missin', cousins in prison
Heard Little Ricky was snitchin', now he's a born again Christian
Always had my suspicions, our teens with bad addictions
Family members gone overseas on a mission, we miss 'em

See you can travel straight through two different coasts
State to state, navigate this beautiful globe
In search of a plate full of food for the soul
I could taste it when the smoke hit my nose
On a place called country roads

I just wanna go on the country roads
And get blowed on the country roads again
Roll, been on the country roads again

I just wanna go on the country roads
And get blowed on the country roads again
Roll, been on the country roads again

[Incomprehensible]

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Good God Almighty - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: Good God Almighty
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): Kairi Cane, Vito Tisdale, Kenneth Anthony, Tennyson Stevens, Brian K. Scott, William Rahsaan Hughes, Melvin Adams, Ron Wilson

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Lyric:
Yo
Alright
It's that new Wooden Leather

Yo, well it's a new day, full of them grits
You cooked the Sunday meal at six
Lets get it while this gettin' good cause granny ain't gon' live forever
Season changin', we like these dependin' on the weather
Look what we doin', summer's ruined, fall y'all pack y'all sweater
Somebody told me war was comin', y'all just stack y'all cheddar, better
Checked my mail the other day and Sam done sent a letter
I opened it and line for line it said I was a sucka

The nerve of this motherfucker, claimin' he's my uncle
Good God Almighty, Lord have mercy, think that we's in trouble
Please send some help like quick, fast, do it on the double nine one one
The line been busy for days, Hell maybe weeks
I've been tossin' and turnin', back and forth, ensurin' my forty winks

Yeah I feel you dude
I be watchin' the tube, toastin' the rude
Notice the news ain't nothin but scandals and murder
War and destruction, poor keep sufferin'
Lord it's troublin', the more you be hustlin' the more you strugglin'

Well, good God Almighty look at what we have here
And it feels so good to be here
I said, "Good God Almighty, look at what we have here"
Welcome, this is wooden leather
Well, good God Almighty look at what we have here
And it feels so good to be here
I said, "Good God Almighty, look at what we have here"
This is now wooden leather

Trouble in my life got me hollerin baby
We be at 'em poor so I'm goin crazy
Anthrax on letters, little daddy just paged me
War got me worried, I been prayin' lately
How will I live? Listen here, "Life is still a bitch"
Money don't change shit, stuck in the same shit
To get it all, gotta risk it all or forget it dawg
A winner ain't a quitter and a quitter ain't a winner

I just be steppin' around the block cause I was doin my thing
My crew been kickin' off all them rocks, just let my cellular ring
We said he heard a couple of shots
Word is that they copped them a sting
I burn shit once my lyric drop, one false move and you're stained
We're pushin' 'em ten dollars a pop and I got exact change
It's like investin' in Nasdaq had me caught in the rain
I'm 'bout to pull the mask out and have 'em screamin' in vain
And I be puttin' them tracks out and it's all for the brain'

Well, good God Almighty look at what we have here
And it feels so good to be here
I said, "Good God Almighty, look at what we have here"
Welcome, this is wooden leather
Well, good God Almighty look at what we have here
And it feels so good to be here
I said, "Good God Almighty, look at what we have here"
This is now wooden leather

Well we done seen everything under the sun
And been done what shouldn't have been done
Y'all never heard of the blacks still young
Now that's one bad son of a gun

Steppin' out in the cowboy banana brim
Once you rockin' camel skin like Tim
DJ make this record spin, let my family in
Management, go get the checks so we can begin

Well, if it's good never turn it down
Wood still burn it down
And learn how to handle them
Plans you can cancel them
Cancel them

What you know no good
And what you know no good
What you know no good
And what you know no good

Well, good God Almighty look at what we have here
And it feels so good to be here
I said, "Good God Almighty, look at what we have here"
Welcome, this is wooden leather
Well, good God Almighty look at what we have here
And it feels so good to be here
I said, "Good God Almighty, look at what we have here"
This is now wooden leather

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Life'S A Bitch - Lyrics - Watermelon, Chicken And Gritz - Nappy Roots

Title: Life'S A Bitch
Album: Watermelon, Chicken And Gritz
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): C Broady, V Tisdale, M Adams, W Hughes

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Lyric:
{Aye man, I wonder what's gon' happen the minute my cash get dropped
You ever thought about that skinny? Nope?
Shit what about you scales man? I'm I'm unsure man
I got alotta, lotta question that need to be answered
True we all got questions, but dawg I got questions
I got a lot on my mind, just just
Just get me a blunt man, just fire it up man
Man}

Now fire up the weed, 'cuz one day I'm gon' pro'ly burn
The ten commandments in life, never my concern
Thing on my mind was, 'get 'em, fore they get you
Thing on my mind was, stick 'em fore they stick you
That's why niggaz know, I'm bout the game before peace
'Cuz being free-hearted that's where it leave you deceased

Cold world, cold game they gon' split ya thang
And bang shit out the car what, would drive the average man insane
Ghetto love, ghetto life, ghetto death, then ya gone
And after I'm deceased I'll know life gon' go on
And what about my sons, will they do what daddy didn't finish?
Will the light come to a close, shortly after my decision?

What about daddy's girl? Will she do what I wanted?
Or will she break my heart and let these, niggaz up on it?
What about daddy's girl? Will she do what I wanted?
Or will she break my heart and let these, niggaz up on it?

Life's a bitch
I swear to god, you take your chances
Too many questions, and not enough answers
Life's a bitch, you take your chances
Too many questions, and not enough answers
Life's a bitch, you take your chances
Too many questions, and not enough answers
Life's a bitch, you take your chances
Too many questions, and not enough answers

I'm on the verge of losin' my mind, this word is my last nerve
I done served my last dime, standin' on this crack curb
It's absurd, I been on this block, from the first to the third
Rocked a 'bird and seen two niggaz shot and left for dead in the dirt
I'm concerned if I die by the glock, will my soul soon burn?
My past clash with my future then, take a drastic turn

I'm submerged knee deep in this here, but those around can soon return
Morality's hotter than burn, makin' they hearts they burn
And say, "Fuck the world!"
We all going to hell for some, shit that we deserve
But first we was promised a hearse
And a chance on earth to visit church, for what it's worth

I'm tryin' make ammends for all the sins that occured
The uncontrollable urge that emerged when I, snatched that lady's purse
And the, last week that I slurred, when I, cursed on every verse
Inevitable, but well rehearsed, freezin' my hunger as well as my thirst
Is glocked, ready to burst, on any fools I encounter first
With the, maximum amount of force, even if, worst comes to worst
'Cuz life's a bitch

Life's a bitch
I swear to god, you take your chances
Too many questions, and not enough answers
Life's a bitch, you take your chances
Too many questions, and not enough answers
Life's a bitch, you take your chances
Too many questions, and not enough answers
Life's a bitch, you take your chances
Too many questions, and not enough answers

My total first, nineteen seventy six
Welcome to the world I did nine months for this shit?
Moms and pops couldn't get along, older brothers gettin' grown
Now I got nothin' but this dice I'm sittin' on
At night I'm closin' my eyes, and thinkin' about my folks that died
Tryin' to sleep on 'em, thinkin' I ain't supposed to cry
Uncle Paul he just died from too much alcohol
And all he wanted was a fifth and pack of Paul mall

And Momma's heart gettin' bad, grew up on hormones
I'm tryin' cut down on drinkin' but that's a lost cause
Guess we don't learn our lesson until we all fall
These racist cops got niggaz writin' they own laws
Please god, don't let 'em take us
Just tell momma I meant well, in time don't let me wake up
"Please God, don't let them folks take us!"
Sincerely, I meant well, in time don't let me wake up

Life's a bitch
I swear to god, you take your chances
Too many questions, and not enough answers
Life's a bitch, you take your chances
Too many questions, and not enough answers
Life's a bitch, you take your chances
Too many questions, and not enough answers
Life's a bitch, you take your chances
Too many questions, and not enough answers

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Sick &Amp; Tired - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: Sick &Amp; Tired
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): Brian K Scott, Vito Tisdale, Freddie Mack, Kenneth Anthony, Kevin Free, William Rahsaan Hughes, Melvin Adams, Ron Wilson

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Lyric:
I'm sick and tired of bein' criticized
I'm sick and tired of barely gettin' by
I'm sick and tired of not livin' right
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
I'm sick and tired of bein' pushed aside
I'm sick and tired of callin' folks for rides
I'm sick and tired of this petty life
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired

What is life? What is makin' it? For peace is there a price?
They tell me if you rich you only got to worry about more shit
The house, and the car notes, child support and kin people
Kick those, mo' money, mo' problems that's how the shit goes

Man, I'm gettin' tired of runnin' and duckin' quit runnin' then
Especially when I ain't did nothin' do somethin' then
Out here in these cold streets hustlin'
Po', tryin' to make this dough, before the police bustin' in

And then it's what it could'a been, should'a been
Find yourself outside lookin' in, givin' up, feelin' stuck
Mad at the world 'cause you down and they gettin' up
Mad at yourself 'cause you know you shouldn't be givin' up

I'm tired and sick, of bummin' rides, on top of that my 9 to 5
Sucks for a couple bucks and change, now what's the reason why?
My luck, don't amount to fuck, no matter how hard I try
I'm stuck in a 22, now catch me when I'm sick and tired

I'm sick and tired of bein' criticized
I'm sick and tired of barely gettin' by
I'm sick and tired of not livin' right
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
I'm sick and tired of bein' pushed aside
I'm sick and tired of callin' folks for rides
I'm sick and tired of this petty life
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired

Prophit, check this out
I'm gettin' tired of mama breakin' her neck for the paycheck
They makin' her sweat, seem like everyday she stressed
I've had up to here with pussy footers actin' like we owe you somethin'
Let's see you know who like I'm supposed to throw you somethin'

I'm gettin' tired of daddy puchin' the clock, scarin' his knuckles
He tired of the hustle, he feel the pain deep in his muscles
Seems like the media portray us against bein' rich
Like we shouldn't enjoy shrimp and occasional trips

While my baby brother scrappin' with his baby mother
Deep down I know he love her but he shoulda worn a rubber
I'm sick and tired of players down to do us bodily harm
Like them Country Boys ain't at the range firing arms

And my little sister think she grown, wanna make it on her own
I ain't bring you in this world, but you still my baby girl
I'm fed up when I feel like this
My yeaga's keep your heads up, we pray and kneel for this

I'm sick and tired of bein' criticized
I'm sick and tired of barely gettin by
I'm sick and tired of not livin' right
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
I'm sick and tired of bein' pushed aside
I'm sick and tired of callin' folks for rides
I'm sick and tired of this petty life
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired

Keep it real, remember God, don't change, sign this
Don't forget where you come from, you got some money gimme some
You different, fuck you, man I got your first tape
You always gon' be Vito to me, so get out my face

I know what you mean dog
Tired of people who complain, always 'bout the same thing
First you learn to maintain, after that create change
See we gettin' up and gettin' out
Playa what you jokin' and you kiddin' 'bout?
Change is what we gettin' out

What they say? I ain't thinkin bout
All day and night, I struggle hustle just to pay the dues
Now I gotta keep the lights on and ain't got no time for lay and snooze
Damn man, who made these rules? What think about they amused
I'm sick and tired but I can't stop, no matter if they say I lose

Yup, we still smoke weed, and my wife is curious
'Bout how much she can get me on for life insurance
But still was bummin', no problem, that's when life was purious
"Mo' money, mo' problems" that's right Notorious

I'm sick and tired of bein' criticized
I'm sick and tired of barely gettin' by
I'm sick and tired of not livin' right
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
I'm sick and tired of bein' pushed aside
I'm sick and tired of callin' folks for rides
I'm sick and tired of this petty life
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired

I'm sick and tired of bein' criticized
I'm sick and tired of barely gettin' by
I'm sick and tired of not livin' right
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired
I'm sick and tired of bein' pushed aside
I'm sick and tired of callin' folks for rides
I'm sick and tired of this petty life
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired

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N-Wessun - Home Sweet Home - Lyrics - Smif

Title: N-Wessun - Home Sweet Home
Artist: Smif
Composer(s): Tacoma Williams, Darryl Yat, Paul Hendricks

Lyric:
This is the story of a place that we call home
Where the kids pack heat when it's time to roam
Everybody's on the scramble, life's a gamble
Hoppin' on the white horse, tryin' to get a handle
On the fast pace that we call the last race
Step wit' precaution when you enter this place
We got a spot on every block that makes ya dreams come true
Just come correct wit' the synapses or ya doo

Don't come cryin' broke, still tryin' to cop the dope
What parts of no, do not you understand bro
We can't afford to take shorts or be playing sports
Empires need to be built, mack 10's bought
Or even caught for them deceased ass hustlers
And we still got the pound for ya living muthafuckas
What goes around comes back to the roots
See you at the revolution and Crooklyn, true

We live in Brooklyn, baby
We try to make it, baby
We gonna make it, baby
We live in Brooklyn, baby

Another day, another dollar dead
Pigs rushin' the crib to catch a collar, now I'm fed
What the face now, me and my people's taste crown
Stayin' face down, while K-9's sniffs around
What they found was irrelevant, the weed 'cuz
They was sent to represent and 'cuz a ruckus amongst us
Now I got more pigs rushin' we, handcuffin' me
Takin' hold of we in the custody

For blushin' in, rasta boy restin' in peace
After going through the bullshit, we in release
To hit the streets, where the war still off for all of y'all
'Cuz they kept rule locked behind the wall
No time at all, no fake, no jacks
Perhaps when the gat spins, niggas won't even know what happen
I'll be glad when my man come home
'Cuz in the zone muthafuckas grab ya chrome

We live in Brooklyn, baby
We try to make it, baby
We gonna make it, baby
We live in Brooklyn, baby

The eye three time, as lead transpire
Currency change, change from yours to mine
Greenbacks talk bullshit, floats on water
Pager goin' off, call comin' from headquarters
I was told if the secret code appears
It means some bwoy want dead, prepare for warfare

Fuck the truth, we bringin' the noose for ya loose talk
So think smart, or rest in parts if ya do start
I fucks wit' the poor, so fuck being rich
Word is bond, there's a muthafuckin' war goin' on
Stand strong, on ya own two, mista

Or come confront the grim ripper
Black hoodie on, black dusty fatigues
Bloody red afro, puffin' on the black weed
(On three)
He lurks in the shadow, so when you sleep in the battle
That'll be, and tell ya punk lib to tattle

Salute to each and every hood label truth
Doin' what you gotta do to bring in the loot
Huh, the time has come for armageddion
Give nurture to your seeds, and load up ya guns, dunn

Now catchin' vibes that somethin' ain't right
Gettin' little hits, stomach fillin' up tight
Damn, these little nappy head cheap trait bastards
Run around town wit' the cronz trynna blast shit
Ain't nuthin' sweat like the dark streets of Bedstuy
Creepin' population, endin' up in C.I.

Take a ride through the Flat bush side
See the dread and he caught for support, hit me off wit the lye
Now slide, through the ville, death row, say hello
To the fam that stick to K.I.M. that's planned
Toward the east, somethin's goin' on
So burn the buds, and all my people in Medina stay strong

We live in Brooklyn, baby
We try to make it, baby
We gonna make it, baby
We live in Brooklyn, baby

We live in Brooklyn, baby
We try to make it, baby
We gonna make it, baby
We live in Brooklyn, baby

We live in Brooklyn, baby
We try to make it, baby
We gonna make it, baby
We live in Brooklyn, baby
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