Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nappy U Here, artist - Nappy Roots.
Date of issue: 16.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nappy U Here |
Nappy you hear me, glad that you here man |
Back, still take it |
What they give, family |
Still living, family |
Happy new year, nappy u here |
We in vision and the new clear |
We the center of this blue spear |
And we promising, |
Picture shack and, is you give |
We bad, take it back to the plants on the front porch |
To the lies with the lost of a front door |
To the keys to achieve what they want most |
To our dreams when you come close |
Tears, red clay, red cup with the red A |
Good kid quit school, then he went astray |
You can learn every law that the man make |
But in the end I believe you all people straight |
I’m not to be here, my cup is full and raising in the atmosphere |
I’m thankful for the fact that we, hell of an year |
Yeah my baby’s getting older, time be flying when you open |
Like a screen door in the summer time |
I’m grinding mostly focus |
At the task of hands, |
Survival of the fittest is the master plan |
The winners keeps the spoils of war |
The, I understand |
Oh lord, not again, please don’t let me fall back in the slum |
I’m paranoid, I’m loosing it, I’m sleeping with the pump |
Double, I can’t give a fuck about what you want |
But let me keep it cool and let me take a couple puffs off of the blunt |
Times is getting hard, industry is changing like the weather |
We been killing shits, leather |
Nappy you hear me, glad that you here man |
Back, still take it |
What they give, family |
Still living, family |
Fire couldn’t kill us, water couldn’t drown us |
Coach used to say if you can play their fire |
Thank god for Jack Daniels |
When the going gets hard, go get gloves |
And grab it by the handle, and handle it |
Smiles don’t mean us all good, on my life I’ve been, |
So I witness real hood, really do it |
And let them record it |
So you can youtube it, no you’re not me |
And I can care a little and give a damn a lot less what you think about me |
Smoke drink and you think about me |
And result in the field about me |
I remember like yesterday, barely had a pot to piss |
Just a water melon, piece of chicken and a pot of, |
On top of this, cheap whiskey, whatever god, |
Looking back when it all seemed so innocent |
The og’s told me to cherish these good old days |
So they know they was dropping jewels by the look of they face |
Looking like they give everything, he could have took my place |
Took a last look to his whiskey, took it to the face |
The one that end on they cap, chase |
So what good is the trap if cats can’t escape? |
Life’s a book written in ink that you can’t erase |
Lord don’t let this all be a beautiful waste |
Back, still take it |
What they give, family |
Still living, family |
It’s a small world, watch what you do |
Can’t argue with a fool man the young cats is, |
Like it ain’t no thang |
Better watch what you’re smiling with |
Cause they don’t play no games like hotel tv’s |
With that block on the cable cord, |
But killing your people don’t make it hard |
Just real, rest in peace, Nate Dog, one day you’re here |
Then the next day you’re gone, do, at the crib |
Didn’t get the chance to tell him how you feel |
But that’s just how it is |
Gotta live with the guilt |
I know it’s hard to get over, |
But you must get do it, one way or the other |
That’s life, every day we deal with something new |
Never getting too comfortable, stay on alert |
Keep my guard up high, cause tomorrow I ain’t promised |
every day on this earth. |