that big fat one niggaz catch when bumpin I probably would get bumped more if I was a gangster But I am a gangsta, call me the gangsta of love!!! I love good music
data, not a fader on the face of the earth Can blend rhythms like my will, surreal spinnin Ever-movin like evolution it's retribution For sellin roots
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ] Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane Gotta keep the lights dim, so when
many times have we been thru this I can tell you that it's getting harder everytime I try to resist We go way back and you held me down Helped my feet rooted
I would call my mother Nor do I call every nigga, my brother Gotta have Black Thought, it's sorta B like Malik So don't Question a Brother to the Roots
Upset, poet threat Just collectin' my debt, yo I'm overpaid in dues Blood tears and sweat, when you fuckin' with the roots That's as good as it get, ultra
go left And get some ingredients from the music chef Jazzy Jeff Children, I've traveled this globe, north to south, east to west And whenever my soul appears lost I turn to the musical
the topic of trust, misgivings was leading me wrong On the topic of us, misgivings was treating me wrong Reading me wrong, now we not getting along You never miss a good
on, we gonna make good Every member [Incomprehensible] We are living for today not the past, trying to hold on 'Cause the trouble won't last We are showing that the roots
, in ya heart To the end, from the start Good music In the light, in the dark In the soul, in ya heart To the end, from the start Good music Aww man
dolly parton music playin in my pickup truck My gold sandwich, a swigger liquor chewin duck I got no taste, no salt, I need mayonnaise I'm lookin at tv, lookin for good
lick style And pullin' 211's ever since taa-doow, there's ten million ways to die Choosin' Mack and hit the boopin', floosin' Off this gang-bang music
talking so slick Don't like our kinda music so he gives us the pip Why a lie rappers only flip their lip Both sides of the globe call this music hip
to do Sometimes I don't agree With my thoughts on being free Please don't leave me Things that feel good I've been lucky Trying to feel good Lion in
hoo, hot damn My how the boys grow? From roaming low into homes to homes of his own No catching up he's in a whole another zone Still true to his roots
to the sky Turn up the music just ride We representin' right (We are on a holiday) We are because I am I am because we are Hey, its Nappy Roots Day (
what eva Mom's keeps cryin', but that's the life of thugs And that's the life i love, i'm addicted to it Street life, real thug niggaz makin' rap music