Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beads & Braids, artist - Nappy Roots. Album song The Humdinger, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.08.2008
Record label: Nappy Roots
Song language: English
Beads & Braids |
| Yeah, oh yes |
| I’m coming on a black on black charger |
| Flawless to perfection |
| My selection never harder |
| Nappy til' I die |
| Still keep it sharper than a barber |
| Fresher than a marker |
| That wrote the verse you quote |
| Excuse me sir., I beg your pardon |
| Niggas out here starving |
| Hungry for the chance |
| Any opportunity you got |
| Just to stay advanced |
| On the latest greatest fashion |
| Whatever floats your boat |
| Throw buy a mansion |
| And yes, I ain’t no joke |
| We are the realest that you witness |
| It’s been a long time |
| Long story short |
| The music business tried to |
| Pimp us, tried to kill us |
| Tried to break a nigga spirit to no avail |
| Now you hear us and we are back for the third |
| Motherfucker record deal |
| No more slave to the rhythm |
| Never stitching' never |
| Yes, I burnt a couple bridges |
| But the bridges wasn’t real |
| They were faker than the haters |
| In my grill sayin' chill |
| If I was you I would probably do the same thing |
| So, I say ey, ey ey ey |
| Tighter than beads and braids |
| Motherfuck' what you say |
| So, I say ey, ey ey ey |
| Tighter than beads and braids |
| Motherfuck' what you say |
| They say: |
| Gap look so fool |
| Man, Nappy Roots, man they are so cool |
| I while ago I met you, had the city booked too |
| And the shows were wooing |
| What ya’ll been doing? |
| I thought ya’ll broke up |
| Wha' shu gonn' rap about? |
| Why you say south |
| And leave Nappy Roots out? |
| Are you still country? |
| What’s it like in Kentucky? |
| Why ya’ll niggas don’t rap about money? |
| I heard |
| But jazzy won’t help ya’ll |
| If I had my brain right |
| You know I would help out |
| Keys to the city |
| Solos on the way |
| Know we are doing real estate |
| More bread to break |
| Last deal we was cool |
| Now we’re at a better place |
| And a better residence |
| Stuffin' a bigger saint |
| Think what you gotta think |
| Say what you gotta say |
| Nappy Roots forever |
| Man! |
| That’s a horse |
| Yeah! |
| So, I say ey, ey ey ey |
| Tighter than beads and braids |
| Motherfuck' what you say |
| Be still |
| My hair nappy |
| Keep a sharp line |
| And don’t stay pressed up |
| Yup, fresh as money off an |
| Cash, and designer cloth |
| Cash, and grind them hoe |
| Ya’ll just started |
| We’ve been in the game a long time ago |
| Spent three years locked up |
| In the studio |
| In my brain mining gold |
| In my lane down the road |
| Hanging like a loose tooth |
| Banging since ‘94 |
| Riding by slow |
| Throw the news news |
| Ey yo, why they signed ‘em for? |
| Play them something I don’t know |
| Neighborhood of six zeros |
| Five heroes |
| Who came out from the bottom floor (nappy) |
| Now we are in a penthouse |
| Residing in the big house |
| Looking pass some haters and they can’t say shit now |
| You ain’t got to buy no chain |
| To let your diamond show |
| Do your thang and dig |
| And do it big like a dinosaur |
| People always got something wrong to say |
| I see ‘em tell ‘em shut up |
| We got our own house today |
| So, I say ey, ey ey ey |
| Tighter than beads and braids |
| Motherfuck' what you say |
| So, I say ey, ey ey ey |
| Tighter than beads and braids |
| Motherfuck' what you say |