Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Roll Again, artist - Nappy Roots. Album song Wooden Leather, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 20.08.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Roll Again |
| Niggas was goin crazy with me |
| It was our first video, nigga |
| You know we was gon' come back to the country road |
| I don’t know… yyyeah |
| Y’all-y'all ready to roll again? |
| (Wussup) Lets ride then |
| Ah, yup, hit 'em |
| Way before platinum there was a place we used to go |
| And ride for hours at a time on a country road |
| Whatever’s troublin, you can let it go |
| I get out of the car and walk through it, visit the river and talk to it |
| Simply sayin, «Mr. |
| water, what is it that you runnin from?» |
| Asked the bird in the tree, «What is it that you hummin for?» |
| Now knowin +Why the Caged Bird Sings+ is wishin to be free |
| Reminded myself of life and it’s hold on me |
| Touring, the children, women, sexual resistance |
| Religion means so much to me, the church don’t see enough of me |
| This way, that way, bendin corners tryin to get away |
| Sometimes you have to see a storm to appreciate a pretty day |
| BACK in the car now, headed for the liquor store |
| God, what a vivid scene, diggin what I just seen |
| Rolled up another one, still in a daze though |
| Gassed up at the Mini-Mart, my mind on the country roads |
| I just wanna goooo |
| On the country roads and get blowwwwed |
| On the country roads again rolllll |
| Been on the country roads again |
| Yo, we off in these backwoods Caddy-hoggin, Nappy dawg, ain’t no joke |
| We glad they robbin, rap imposters, for they problem no hope |
| It’s cutthroat, we hungry starvin, chargin for the front do' |
| You want mo'? |
| We smoke and sparkin, jokers like the blunt go |
| Been shovin folk for plenty miles, yes I’m the type to grin and bear it |
| The second chance and out the box, I’m back again with 'dro and spirits |
| Look at me now, I found a spot, I’m down here by that rollin river |
| Grab a rose and took me to a place, au revoir, I’m rollin scriptures |
| Man these country roads makin me zone out |
| Ridin through all the bullshit that poppa would scold 'bout |
| But soon as my hustle got good I showed out |
| Quick to jump I-24, come back with plenty mo' |
| By '97 I was smokin perfecto |
| The chains and the Willie Esco was the dresscode |
| We lost our littlest cousin Gwin, a skidrow |
| Tony Renfrow rest in peace your kinfolks, I miss y’all |
| (Dude what the hell are we doin?) |
| Back deep on these country roads blowin, gettin in touch with my mind |
| No worries just striped lines and curve-filled signs |
| When all the events throughout the day, good or bad, somehow rewind |
| While I recline, in my Cadillac seats |
| Hit the trees and press repeat |
| And let the melody of these windy roads keep my soul upbeat |
| No destination proposed, just ridin these country roads |
| Listen, this killer’s that’s willin to catch a court case |
| Split your wig apart quicker than the divorce rate |
| Niggas show out, go wild in the corpse cage |
| Blow out in the news and I don’t mean the sports page |
| Get drowned in North Lake, could get found in horse cave |
| Fool, get down, the boy’s crazy! |
| Lil' Stille’s with ambition, itchin to fill my position |
| Replace me, but by the Lord’s grace still existin |
| Should be in depression Latrill is missin, cousins in prison |
| Heard Little Ricky was snitchin, now he’s a born-again Christian |
| Always had my suspicions, our teens with bad addictions |
| Family members gone overseas on a mission, we miss 'em |
| See you can travel straight through two different coasts |
| State to state, navigate this beautiful globe |
| In search of a plate full of food for the soul |
| I could taste it when the smoke hit my nose |
| On a place called country roads |