| Yeah, oh yes
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| I’m coming on a black on black charger
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| Flawless to perfection
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| My selection never harder
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| Nappy til' I die
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| Still keep it sharper than a barber
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| Fresher than a marker
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| That wrote the verse you quote
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| Excuse me sir., I beg your pardon
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| Niggas out here starving
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| Hungry for the chance
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| Any opportunity you got
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| Just to stay advanced
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| On the latest greatest fashion
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| Whatever floats your boat
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| Throw buy a mansion
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| And yes, I ain’t no joke
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| We are the realest that you witness
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| It’s been a long time
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| Long story short
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| The music business tried to
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| Pimp us, tried to kill us
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| Tried to break a nigga spirit to no avail
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| Now you hear us and we are back for the third
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| Motherfucker record deal
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| No more slave to the rhythm
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| Never stitching' never
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| Yes, I burnt a couple bridges
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| But the bridges wasn’t real
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| They were faker than the haters
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| In my grill sayin' chill
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| If I was you I would probably do the same thing
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| So, I say ey, ey ey ey
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| Tighter than beads and braids
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| Motherfuck' what you say
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| So, I say ey, ey ey ey
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| Tighter than beads and braids
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| Motherfuck' what you say
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| They say:
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| Gap look so fool
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| Man, Nappy Roots, man they are so cool
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| I while ago I met you, had the city booked too
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| And the shows were wooing
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| What ya’ll been doing?
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| I thought ya’ll broke up
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| Wha' shu gonn' rap about?
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| Why you say south
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| And leave Nappy Roots out?
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| Are you still country?
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| What’s it like in Kentucky?
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| Why ya’ll niggas don’t rap about money?
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| I heard
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| But jazzy won’t help ya’ll
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| If I had my brain right
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| You know I would help out
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| Keys to the city
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| Solos on the way
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| Know we are doing real estate
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| More bread to break
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| Last deal we was cool
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| Now we’re at a better place
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| And a better residence
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| Stuffin' a bigger saint
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| Think what you gotta think
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| Say what you gotta say
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| Nappy Roots forever
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| Man! |
| That’s a horse
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| Yeah!
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| So, I say ey, ey ey ey
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| Tighter than beads and braids
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| Motherfuck' what you say
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| Be still
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| My hair nappy
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| Keep a sharp line
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| And don’t stay pressed up
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| Yup, fresh as money off an
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| Cash, and designer cloth
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| Cash, and grind them hoe
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| Ya’ll just started
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| We’ve been in the game a long time ago
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| Spent three years locked up
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| In the studio
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| In my brain mining gold
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| In my lane down the road
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| Hanging like a loose tooth
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| Banging since ‘94
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| Riding by slow
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| Throw the news news
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| Ey yo, why they signed ‘em for?
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| Play them something I don’t know
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| Neighborhood of six zeros
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| Five heroes
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| Who came out from the bottom floor (nappy)
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| Now we are in a penthouse
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| Residing in the big house
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| Looking pass some haters and they can’t say shit now
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| You ain’t got to buy no chain
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| To let your diamond show
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| Do your thang and dig
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| And do it big like a dinosaur
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| People always got something wrong to say
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| I see ‘em tell ‘em shut up
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| We got our own house today
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| So, I say ey, ey ey ey
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| Tighter than beads and braids
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| Motherfuck' what you say
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| So, I say ey, ey ey ey
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| Tighter than beads and braids
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| Motherfuck' what you say |