m never clockin in' just wanna say thank y'all for just stoppin' in [Hook] Welcome to the show, welcome to the show, Welcome to the show [x4] [Verse
[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen The greatest stage show you've ever witnessed Appearing live, from out the 2-1-5, The Roots crew [Verse 1] Big respect
his fascination with rhymes or beats In poetry he was considered elite Became a young gangster in the streets of L.A. Lost connections with his true roots
frontin' Playa you're trippin' (Chorus 2x) (Begetz) What? Gucci? What? Trick what? Lace who? I ain't amazed, boo 5 years a nigga that'll fuck you and tape you and show
drawl) (sexy swing and walk) (aw show 'em how a country girl does it one time now) Brother she's country, from her cowboy boots to her down home roots
hot damn My, how the boys roam, from roaming, Loc and come home, to homes of his own No catching up he's in a whole 'nother zone Still true to his roots
came from blow, push the O's Six lay close, hug the streets, I hug the beat, change flows Thug the streets, my love is deep, my pain shows My hearts
still eating porridge Me and my cousin used to play Mel & Kim Practising dancin' Coming down the stairs and ting I touched Africa and came back darker Knowing myself Feeling my roots
purposely made to twist em' Emotional victim blackmailed by the henchmen Framed by intentions, inventions whereby they lynch men Enter the false witness slandering the accused Planting the seed openly showing
feeling I know just how you've been feelin But this is when you get it When you dig down and come with it When you look em in the eyes And you show them
n-roll She want platinum or ice or gold She want a whole lotta somethin' to fold If you a obstacle she just drop ya cold 'cause one monkey don't stop the show
seen me out You gets no hello And you wonder why? Man you know, you know Yeah, and you should let them boys know too Show them niggas every single thing I showed
You see them shells blowin'? I go to hell knowin' That I had them eagles sitting down like Terrell Owens I spell evil backwards, I gotta live If money's the root
with all of government and Yes, this will get crazy and blow (Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb) Got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn Blastin' out your stereos or your headphones The roots
to have none 'cuz I refuse to run And for my honor I'd die, and for my mother I'd lie My heart done got hard I still show regards, call out to the Lord
Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots And ruined your black tie affair The last one to know, the last one to show I was the last one you thought