that microphones And every county 'cross the nation, every house and every basement Hustlers on street corners live by a beat that's constantly changin The one thing stays basic, Nappy Roots
was fuck and cum Top of the hill take a breath from her lungs (Country boys been over seas) Toppin' it off, London, Germany (Nappy Roots, Ying Yang we
to be honest Goin over they head 'cause most people Hooked on Ebonics How he work for the police and he gon' slip ya some chronic? Money's the root of
Wears A Red Bandana) [Outro:] Yeah Mother Fuckers Chuck Taylor O You Thought I Forgot About That Alias Huh Im Going Back To My Roots G-Unit Is
no delayin So bust a move, we show and prove Yo Rahzel, do that record Jam on the Groove [Outro] As you can see, most definitely The Roots are.... Come
drag a nigga Eerie Avenue to Oregon, you're all done Ladies and gentlemen Select the weapon at the gate upon entering, The Roots instrumentaling Spark
Bust the popcorn, drop it ons my cassette and Yo Crumbs, umm, how you feel? I hope it's blessed man Dig The Square Roots be the setters of examples Findin
am burning [Vocals by Karyn Crisis - ?Human Abstract? by William Blake] He sits down with holy fears and waters the ground with tears then humility takes its root
Under the curse Evil men waxing more worse Faxing the first Angelic being cast to the earth It's time for rebirth Burnin up the branch and the root The
some stops Niggas die on the street but they don't play taps or 21 gun salute, there ain't cahoots My name ain't Alex Haley but I still got roots I bang
Ja-Jiyah A happy time quest to the coast of Key Largo wire-ah The chain gang keep your ears out for our years Sippin' fountain root house of bamboo
the ones with no life Why the fuck police treatin us like we got no rides Niggaz I know the truth though I ain't got no poverty nigga I know my roots
, clever as a fox Bolt, wit measures in the clock, huh Seven stealth bomber nine, helicopt' drop The Gravedigga parachute wit the black roots Fall outta
that the verse is sounding? Came up on the Geto Boys and the Underground Kingz Toys, I had a Brougham, called it Pretty Brown Thing Paint look like root
me. Could it be the way the verse is sounding? Came up on the Gheto Boys and the Underground Kingz. Toys, I had a brougham, called it pretty brown thing. Paint look like root
your sex... yeah She likes your sex [Kool Keith] Masturbatin at night, playin with herself for delf The lotion controller, rub her back Hit her with the real loader Ginseng with the roots
rhyme Verse One: Nas Check it out When I'm chillin, I grab the buddha, get my crew to buy beers And watch a flick, illin and root for the villian, huh
2-Sean Paul & (Looga Man)] Hypocrite bar us a playa hata an dem friend becau Jigzaguala show mi di light an him a tell mi who a dem (Tell mi di root
