| She always kick it up at the corner store
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| She don’t wait for anyone anymore
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| Always cool, when she step out the door
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| She’s the one you want when the rain come pour
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| She no go for, fancy clothes or them cars
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| You’ll never find her in them disco bars
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| She don’t debate with primary colors
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| She is the fire when you need some more
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| Rootsie Roots and a puff she puff
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| Nuff she loots and a rough she rough
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| Rootsie Roots and a puff she puff
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| I don’t want her to know that I love her so
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| Rootsie Roots and a puff she puff
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| Nuff she loots and a rough she rough
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| Rootsie Roots and a puff she puff
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| I don’t want her to know that I love her so
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| She always got the roots on the radio
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| She always grow the ganja outside her door
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| Her skin is smooth like a golden crème
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| She comes on me in my sweetest dreams
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| She don’t gotta go to my school anymore
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| She come to me leaving her tricks at the door
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| Her dreadlocks roll down onto the floor
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| She my empress I’m her emperor
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| Rootsie Roots and a puff she puff
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| Nuff she loots and a rough she rough
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| Rootsie Roots and a puff she puff
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| I don’t want her to know that I love her so
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| Rootsie Roots and a puff she puff
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| Nuff she loots and a rough she rough
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| Rootsie Roots and a puff she puff
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| I don’t want her to know, know, know
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| She always kick it up
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| She’s the one you want when the rain come pour
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| She no go for
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| She is the fire when you need some more
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| Rootsie Roots and a puff she puff
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| Nuff she loots and a rough she rough
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| Rootsie Roots and a puff she puff
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| I don’t want her to know, know, know
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| Rootsie Roots and a puff she puff
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| Nuff she loots and a rough she rough
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| Rootsie Roots and a puff she puff
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| I don’t want her to know that I love her so |