| 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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| 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, live the life and very 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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| Nappy head and all, is the life for me
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| Grand Marnier 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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| Grand Marnier 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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| I lent my apple comb to homes, 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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| 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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| I dread it all for a pimp hat
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| Big body hog, new rag-top, pitch black
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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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| 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 clam (Puff somethin like a pimp)
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| I’m cuttin corners most players won’t attempt
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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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| 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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| 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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Blowin' Trees (+ Napdonalds Skit) , by - Nappy Roots. Song from the album Watermelon, Chicken & Gritz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп