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Nappy Roots
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Awwww....
Mmmmm, awww..
[Chorus]
All my life been po
But it really dont matter no mo
And they wonder why we act this way
Nappy Boys gon be okay
All my life been po
But it really dont matter no mo
And they wonder why we act this way
Nappy Roots gon be okay, okay
[Big V]
We came in the game, plain ya see
Average man when the rest was ashamed to be
Nappy head and all, aint no changin me
Ooooh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh...
So rough it was, downright wrong I tell ya
Nobody never gave us nothin but tough time and made us somethin
Different stretch of road, new somethin to see
Every state on the map, a different somethin to eat
Daps and handshakes, it meant nuttin for real
Everybody makin a killin man, showin no feelins
Walkin off collectin pay, its the way of the world
Cant change it, so I guess Im gon pray for the world
Sometimes I ask myself, was I made for the world?
I scream this to you, and I say it to the world
Nappy then, Nappy now - Nappy for a bit
Knee-deep, head over heels in this country shit!
[Chorus]
[Skinny DeVille]
Even though I picture better days,
Im thankful for the chance I got to say amen
The Lord done blessed me with his grace, I wish this day would never end
We represent the slums, where we from, we feel they bump
Polish shot off on these presidents, and hardtimes they go and come
Some take up off, without the chance, to make it at all
Who woulda thought Skinnyd be the one thats, makin this call
Lord, help me out, tell me where I went wrong
Im tryna find a righteous path, although its, never been long
I gotta do it for my sons, they tellin me, "Daddy be strong"
We gon make it through these hardtimes
even though they go and they come
Ya absolutely right, for somethin happen to me on last Tuesday night
Its plain as day, man they... with this World Trade
Naw brave any order but confoldure
Better make it home when nothin seems to matter
Thats when, see, everything can go - any which way
They got me fooled, see the Henny with the J
Front poch, chillin broke, country folk, Im Nappy with my ways yo
[Chorus]
[R. Prophit]
Its a blessin we woke up this mornin
All my colored folk stressin, come lets join hands
Got to cope with the pressures of bein po man
Poppa taught me an order, survive for no man
Nappy blossomed from the Roots, course we gon stand
Prophit grew from a juvenile to a grown man
Ya gotta take responsibility for ya own man
Zonin, two blunts a monin, by sunrise sometimes
I love to hear my woman moanin, its on again
Damn I hope you play this song again
The soul cleansin, the melody just rev my engine
Not a lot of things but usually just appendin, but lately
Been searchin for Benjamins, saw my folks locked in the tenaments
And it dont make no sense (what) children and sentencin
Broadcastin from the slums, thats why Im writin these sentences
Just lower my income, (what) though we aint finish it
[Chorus]
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