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