Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nappy Roots Day, artist - Nappy Roots.
Date of issue: 25.08.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nappy Roots Day |
Heyyyyyy! |
One of em’s fat and loud, second one’s black and proud |
Third one’s drunk and wild, fourth one slim and sly |
One of em’s just shy, last one young and wise |
Homegrown, battle tested, you gon' love these guys |
Brotherhood all you got, the best story told yet |
Bonded against all odds, ain’t no tearin them apart |
Swore, panic, vile, till death do 'em in |
Even in reincarnation they would do it again |
Who would ever thought six different strands would lock together, locked forever |
Rockin +Leather and Wood+, told you +Chicken and Grits+ go good |
With some +Watermelon+ albums sellin coast to coast, across the seas |
Gave everything we could, our tears, our sweat, our blood, cause |
I am because we are, we are because I am |
Everbody say (We are a holiday) |
Now throw your hands to the sky, turn up the music just right |
We representin, why? |
(We are a holiday) |
We are because I am, I am because we are |
Hey, it’s Nappy Roots Day! |
(We are a holiday) |
Now throw your hands to the sky, bounce to the music we write |
We represintin, why? |
(We are a holiday) |
(R. Prophet) |
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 (say, «um you fuck with my brother?») |
You gotta suffer the repercussions, we come from the gutter |
(White Kangol, white classics, striking suit with the matches) |
Capitals came from the ostrich, blowin smoke out the nostrils |
(Prolly 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 (demand it) to us nothin was handed |
PLAY IT AS LOUD AS YOU CAN AND, SAY IT JUST HOW WE PLANNED IT |
Bring out your kids and treat 'em, cotton candy plus freedom |
Raise one for cows and feed 'em, sweet as Shirly Temple’s singin |
Clown on the carousel horse, spin on the ferris wheel |
Its magic floatin, smokin, takin up a call from Fish Scales |
Man, we livin straight, health plans and real estates |
Weapons we put away, we reachin out with Nappy Day |
Sparklers light up the dark, fireworks in the park |
We eatin — shrimp a la carte, red wine, holly tart |
Like soldiers comin home, watchin after war’s gone |
Sky’s rainin confetti, singin out the Nappy meddlies |
Get rid of felonies, wash away with melodies |
Irish to Ebonies, Haitians to the Lebonese |
As I jot down in my notepad some days considered important to me |
The birth of my son, the day I signed my first recordin agreement |
It was sorta like my soul to the devil and I was kinda like allowin him to keep |
it |
But the true essence of this art form can’t be confined to temptation and evil |
Lost some folks on the grind to this bullshit but my real yeagas stuck around |
So this day’s a tribute a celebration, I am because we all stay down |
Shit, I’mma keep it Nappy 365 and 7 days a week |
We fortunate to make it out that trap cause the forest roots stay runnin deep |
Yup |
(Skinny Deville) |
Today I’m feelin so alive, alive… |
We ride, ride… (September 16th) |
Today I’m feelin so alive, alive… |
We ride, ride… (September 16th) |
Today I’m feelin so alive, alive… |