Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nappy Roots Day , by - Nappy Roots. Release date: 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… |