"Lac Dogs & Hogs"

[Cars revving]

[Chorus 4x - Nappy Roots]
(Yes) Oh yes it's them Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes) It's them Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s

[Verse 1 - Skinny Deville]
Skinny talkin bout that wood with that custom leather, bangin down I-65
Slaw and slum but dubs are better, who you think gon' keep it live?
It's Nappy bitch, what have to come
Pay attention, learn your lesson, yup
We them country folk with Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s, Lac Dogs
What you think that Nappy gon' be broke forever? Shit naw
Hit the bank and cashin in on old investments
What, you ain't know about them country fried sessions?
Does that Likwit hit in '97 +Answer+ all yo' +Questions+?
Kentucky's on the map now, who you think done gave directions?
From the top and back down, we rep the country to perfection
Don't it look so slum with 55 from New York down to Texas?
Hella poor straight from the South and haters must respect this

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Ron Clutch]
(Let me tell you about it)
When I first got my baby she could barely start
A-hand-me-down from a real O.G., all day she stayed in park
Almost never did she drive
Born in 1979
And she weighed about a ton
Big ol' body built to run
First thing I done, hauled her over, had her hummin G notes
Underneath her hood, hundreds of horses powered her ego
Her government name was Coup Deville but I called her Miss Piggy
Top her with some (?) and fit her for some twenties (twenties)
Playas hate that I be trickin like she's all that I'm love with
So we took her to the edge and shoved it and still "Ball out on a Budget"
Dug in her guts, laced her up with leather and wood
Together it go good, us country boys forever stay hood

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - B. Stille]
You shove that shit that go bump bump bump bump
And ya, shake the lock off her muh'fucker trunk
When ya, hit the block make her muh'fucker jump
Roll your window down, stop, look like somethin like a pimp
Roll that window back up, and show 'em they reflection and their ultrafade
Then chop on that sucka like Wesley's +Blade+
Escalade D.T.S., switch it up, keep them haters on they toes
Red Rolls, Fleetwood hoes
Can't believe it, when they see them twenty fo's, believe it
My ham and cheese the freshest
Now what I'm talkin bout? I give you three guesses

[Chorus]

[Verse 4 - Big V]
You feel the wind, don't ya?
You hear the tires squallin
Kentucky, Colorado, Boston down to New Orleans
Big bodies get it done, Dodge Ram preferably
Cause they do run run, they do run run
Black magic, lookin better then Wesson fryin a pan of fish
Gangsta leanin like they do in Los Angeles (that's gangsta)
Adjective, describin what I'm rollin in
Them country fellas ain't gon' stop it, we on the road again

[R. Prophet]
God damn, yes I am, the thriller with the skrilla
Got plans, Pac fan +Strictly 4 my N.I.G.G.A.Z.+
Stop starin, we not playin
Armor color kryptonite
Rims nice but thank God our dreams came to life
Fast roller, cash swoll up
The mind mold up
The crowd hold us
Soldiers quick to throw they rags when I roll up
Dimes is quarters
Sell liquor, my rhymes is colder
Prophet never look this fine since I grinded Cola
Roll up

"Sick & Tired"

[Chorus - Anthony Hamilton]
I'm sick and tired of being critisized
I'm sick and tired of barely gettin by
I'm sick and tired of not livin right
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired

I'm sick and tired of being pushed aside
I'm sick and tired of callin folks for rides
I'm sick and tired of this petty life
I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired

[Big V]
What is life what is makin it
for peace is there a price
tell me if you rich you only gotta worry about more shit
the house, the car notes, child support and kin people
kick doors "mo money, mo problems" thats how it goes

[B. Stille]
Man, I'm gettin tired of runnin and duckin, quit runnin then
Especially when I ain't did nothin, do somethin then
out here in these cold streets hustlin
po, tryin to make this dough 'fore the police bustin in

[Fish Scales]
And then its what it could'a been should'a been
find yourself outside lookin in
givin up feelin stuck
mad at the world cause you down and they gettin up
mad at yourself cause you know you shouldnt be given up

[Skinny Deville]
I'm tired and sick of bummin rides
on top of that my nine to five
sucks for a couple bucks
and change now whats the reason why
my luck don't amount to fuck
no matter how hard I try
I'm stuck in the 22 now catch me when Im sick and tired

[Chorus]

[Ron Clutch (R. Prophit)]

Prophit, check this out
I'm gettin tired of mama breakin her neck for the pay check
they makin her sweat seem like everyday she stressed

(I've had up to here with pussyfooters actin like we owed you something
lets see "you know who" like Im supposed to throw you something)

I'm gettin tired of daddy puchin the clock scaring his knuckles
he tired of the hustle he feel the pain deep in his muscles

(seems like the media potray us againts being rich
like we shouldnt enjoy shrimp and occasional trips)

while my baby brother scrappin with his baby mother
deep down I know he love her but he shoulda worn a rubber

(Im sick and tired of players down to do us bodily harm
like them country boys ain't at the range firing arms)

and my little sister think she grown wanna make on her own
I ain't bring you in this world but you still my baby girl

(Im fed up when I feel like this
my yeaga's keep your head up we pray and kneel for this)

[Chorus]

[Big V]
Keep it real remember god don't change sadness
dont forget where you come from
you got some money gimme some
you different, fuck you
man I got your first tape
you always gonna be Vito to me
so now get out my face

[Fish Scales]
I know what you mean dog
Tired of people who complain always bout the same thing
First you learn to maintain after that create a change
See we gettin up and gettin out
Playa what you jokin and you kiddin bout
change is what we gettin out

[Skinny Deville]
What they say I ain't thinkin bout
all day and night I struggle hustle
just to pay the dues
now I gotta keep the lights on
aint got no time for lazy snooze
damn man, who made these rules
what think about they amused
im sick and tired but I can't stop
no matter if they say I lose

[B. Stille]
My wife is curious about how much she can get me on her life insurance
but still was bummin no problem thats life was purious
"Mo money, Mo Problems" thats right Notorious

[Chorus fades out]

"Twang"

[Intro]
What is it you tryna hide off..
Them jeans so tight you know ain't nothin'..
The way workin' 'em be hurtin' 'em..
You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl

[Verse One - B.Stille]
No, I am not your average country boy
I'm a savage don't ask if I want some more
Let you have it, there you go
Girl, I will grab it, slap it, flip you, rub it down

[Verse Two - Big V]
See you make me want it in ways I ain't supposed to say
Wanna kiss you in places I shouldn't put my face
See you got my attention for real in a major way
Ain't no need to stop it girl go on keep boppin' girl

[Hook - Nappy Roots]
What is it that you tryin' to hide off in them pockets girl?
Them jeans so tight you konw ain't nothin' in them pockets girl
The way you workin' 'em be hurtin' 'em just stop it girl
You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl

Move it (Keep bouncin' shorty) Move (Now shake it girl)
Move it (Keep bouncin' shorty) Move (Now shake it girl)
Move it (Keep bouncin' shorty) Move (Now shake it girl)
Move it (Keep bouncin' shorty) Move (Now shake it girl)

[Verse Three - Skinny DeVille]
Yo, caught up in the song bitch what you call drunk?
Damn this mothafucker here done got crunk
Strip them down what you call skunk
It's all up in the atmosphere pass that blunt
All y'all trippin' off what the country boy say
Let me get anotha shot of grandma's yay
And a double shot of Jack the fact
Where the hell is buffalo at with half the sack
Look at all these broads with asses phat
Knowin' gotdern well what she dressin' at
And when they play the right track where them yeagas at
Shorty don't get mad at me when ya ass is smacked
That's all I can say when you backin' that
Big, fine, chunky, donkey back inside my lap
Do the damn thing you gon' mack the mack
But don't get mad at me 'cause I trap the rat

[Hook - Nappy Roots]
What is it that you tryin' to hide off in them pockets girl?
Them jeans so tight you konw ain't nothin' in them pockets girl
The way you workin' 'em be hurtin' 'em just stop it girl
You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl

Move it (Keep bouncin' shorty) Move (Now shake it girl)
Move it (Keep bouncin' shorty) Move (Now shake it girl)
Move it (Keep bouncin' shorty) Move (Now shake it girl)
Move it (Keep bouncin' shorty) Move (Now shake it girl)

[Verse Four - R.Prophet]
It's like ThunderCat, but I'm a jack
Baby c'mon let me see your belly roll
Here kitty, kitty, kitty, got me giddy lookin' sweeter than a jelly roll
(?) It's so nice yeah I asked ya twice (?)
What ya need is (?)
Aw naw, me pay for no poonanny not just like me
I got a girl back at the crib and all the time she ride me
And when I pull this hot tamale out my pants just bite me
I got more rhythm than the Wings why don't you come and ride me?

[Hook - Nappy Roots]
What is it that you tryin' to hide off in them pockets girl?
Them jeans so tight you konw ain't nothin' in them pockets girl
The way you workin' 'em be hurtin' 'em just stop it girl
You better watch it girl, you know I got you girl

Move it (Keep bouncin' shorty) Move (Now shake it girl)
Move it (Keep bouncin' shorty) Move (Now shake it girl)
Move it (Keep bouncin' shorty) Move (Now shake it girl)
Move it (Keep bouncin' shorty) Move (Now shake it girl)

"Leave This Morning"
(feat. Raphael Saadiq)

[Intro - Big V]
I like that, Saadiq you a fool man
Come out to the West Coast more often
Aww it sounds good, ooooh
What was you talkin about? Yeah

[Chorus 2x - Raphael Saadiq]
I got to leeeave here this mornin, ah
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do

[Skinny Deville]
I'm up early in the mornin 'fore the rooster gets to yawnin
Last night The House of Blues was jumpin, Nappy Roots was on it
Good God almighty, drank too much, I'm bout to throw up
Grandma got me hollerin damn (?)
It's 6:30 live and callin, tellin Prophet roll up
It's a trip to Sunset Strip and not we off to Oakland
Cal-i-forn-i-a got me caught up in the moment
I be back in like a couple of days is what I told my woman

[Scales]
Yo aight
Take me a second to breathe and let stress go
Walk out, grab my paper and wave next do'
Take me a shower, get dressed and do a quick pass
Say me a prayer 'fore I leave so I can get back
It's easy like Sunday mornings with a six pack
Monday I'm back on the road and I respect that
Gotta go break a little bread for some improvements
Gotta go share with the world this new movement
I'm gone

[Chorus]

[B. Stille]
(Whoooo!) That's what it felt like
Gut tight, last night, barely slept right
Just couldn't wait to get up this mornin
Hugged the kids, kissed my woman
I love performin, shit, hate the tourin
But daddy gotta go make that money, baby
Pray for me while I'm away and when I get paid
We can get carried away, is that ok? Baby

[Ron Clutch]
I told you how I made a dollar, out a dime and a nickel
Blue collar, gotta grind on instrumentals
See my, pencil and pad has me punchin the clock
I put in, time and a half, skip lunch, I can't stop
I gotta start somethin
Started with nothin but hard at some hustlin
Girl, I'm gettin sick and tired of fussin
I'm sorry, it's hardly enough time for lovin
But baby you know the time is comin (yeah)

[Chorus]

[Big V]
One drink at the bar, led to the dance flo'
She was lookin at me, dancin soul G, names no need
Felt the way that I was feelin
Waffle house immediately, now we at the house chillin
Back rub, I was tense, y'all know where it went
Patio in the rain, car hood, the kitchen sink
Layin in the bed now, pillow talk all night
Gotta hit the studio, I'll be back tomorrow night

[R. Prophet]
How many ladies in the mornin wake up lonely?
Love rough sex, baby screamin, "Put it on me"
But when your man ain't around you call his homie
How many times I gotta be him nigga? Owe me
I follow my lines and take your panties off slowly
Makin it hot like Cash Money flashin Roleys
You tell me to stop but I'm rockin, steady growin
If your man knock I'm on the job and not goin

[Chorus 4x]

"Work In Progress"

[Intro, spoken: B Stille]
Wise words being spoke
Huh
Y'all know what it is
Nap-Nappy Roots. Can I start this one off? OK

[Verse One-B. Stille]
Each day I listen what the streets say
Like a DJ my negroes scratch ghetto recordings, for my peoples
Got the eyes of an eagle, can't see us ever being at peace for a reason
Cause we ain't never being equal
And got us believing we heathens, uncivil soldiers of evil
Reach up and assume the position, you know the procedure
Can't even leisure smoke hollow reefer
With out police and search and seizure by the same police who murdered Ceaser
It's brutal
Seeing them treat us like lower creatures than human beings
More so like aliens
Touring the land of Europeans
Seeming to have the tendency to think we ignorant
Cause of our pigment, can't take away a nigga's dignity though
Still I pimp the industry hoe
And even when I'm rich I'm a pretend to be poor
My life's a work in progress, soon to be end of the road
But I don't stress cause I have been her before, you know

[chorus]
My life's a work in progress
(and even though I'm rich I'm gonna pretend to be poor)
My life's a work in progress
(but I don't stress cause I have been here before)
My life's a work in progress
(and even though I'm rich I'm gonna pretend to be poor)
My life's a work in progress
(but I don't stress cause I have been here before)

[Verse two-Ron Clutch]
In life
Every step you take
Every right every left you make
You can look at it like chess in a way
Cause life is best when you take your time
Don't make a move, unless you done made up your mind
Play by the rules, don't ever play the fool
Sometimes you play and lose but you still pay your dues
Come on
Everybody knows the cost to be the boss
Yea the price is kind of steep but sacrifice is never cheap
I learned that life can be sweet and bitter at the same time
It's the Ying verse the Yang, and it's rain without shine
Sometimes against the grain you grind gotta grit your teeth and bear it
Matthew 5, verse 5 "The earth the meek shall inherit"
Cherish the day before you perish away
Cause who can say how many days your power last?
It's like a crack in your hourglass
In a flash, the hours pass
Then you're gone

[Chorus]

[Verse three-Big V]
Long life living (?) will bring you close you dying
The more laughs one had will bring you close to crying
Cold unforgiving planet, yea it is
Racists, communicating those who wrong did
I daydream back to the 80's when we was all kids
A stab wound kidnapping (?) experience
Though at the time not a glock would blow in the wind
It's a good day in the hood to witness a stabbing
Now stories told to us, without tragedy
Seem like it involve bloodshed automatically
If you ever get a chance, just stop and use your mind
Observe the world for yourself and just check your time
Yeah, Oh, Yeah, that's right
([Scratched:] my life's a work in progress)
Smoke something with your country people
Drank something with your country people
([Scratched:] my life's a work in progress)
Thinking back in Junior high when sex was the shit
Fein pussy now a day can get you killed quick
'Bout shootin ball in now they 'bout getting licks
I'm playing Nappy Roots just to hear the realest shit
Expect it to the best of my know how and my rapping wit
See next to nothing sugar coated in these cold streets
Whatever you do, be smart, tote your heat
Did I mention if you don't work you don't eat
If you ever get a chance stop and use your mind
Observe the world for yourself and check the time
Yea, Smoke something with your country people

[Chorus]

"Push On"
(feat. Anthony Hamilton)

[B. Stille]
This is for you, and you, and you, and you

[Verse 1 - B. Stille]
Now I came up with little bad ass yeagas, to never had ass yeagas
Slept and ate with our peeps but we let the streets raise us
Kept the weed blazin, don't let the drink age us
Used to live outrageous, now we just couch potatoes
Without the wages, to break out the project cages
Make do with what we got, use the logic that God gave us
Losin faith is enough to make a man crazy
Can't even pay my landlady
How the fuck I'm 'posed to save for my unplanned baby?
Joined the Navy, and my uncle sayin "pay me"
Maybe I'm just too damn lazy but you can page me
Lately, been hustlin grams daily
Holdin down my spot on the corner like Champ Bailey
But I know I ain't the only one (you feel me?)
On the gun livin on the run, look how they done momma's only son
X me out like I'm, a Roman numeral
Damn, and ain't tryin to see me again, till my funeral

[Chorus - Anthony Hamilton]
For so long I been grindin (grindin)
Paid my dues, put my time in (time in)
Even went down for tryin
I pushed on
Never once did I give up (give up)
Every time I fell I would get up (get up)
Always kept my spirit up
I pushed on

[Verse 2 - Scales]
Now we finally feelin plush
Doin gotta do to keep our nails airbrushed
Jade straight out the box, damn ne'er been touched
Damn I'm feelin good, B lined me up
Till we never seen a Pontiac diamond-toed
Nappy Roots, what it mean to ya? Mines and us
And don't be callin us slow, we ain't grind it up
Now my people all smiles cause we out the slums
Sayin, "Look at Big Bud ol' sloppy drunk
I remember when he sold tapes out the trunk"
Now here's the routine - jump out the truck, T-shirt and blue jeans
'94 Jays with the blue shoe strings
When I first hit the grind ain't stop for shit
And my only motivation was a pot to piss
See it hit me so hard ain't have a penny to myself
I swallowed up my pride and asked Skinny for some help
And I'm sayin

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Big V]
Want me to stop, I did, but I couldn't stop the shit
Dawg I cried for this, stole and lied for this
Scream when I felt this shit
Toured for 16 months straight, lost breath for this
Heh, yelled for this
Sinnin every night, know I'm goin to hell for this
The hurt and the betrayal, compelled by this
Tough wall to climb but Nappy Roots scaled the shit
Just don't let me rap in vain, people pray over this
Don't take my word for it, see for yourself and shit
Everybody out in the wind, ain't no help with this
I coulda thrown in the towel, coulda walked away
Eyes on the prize, so I'm strong today
Simply want it, believe it, think it, breathe it
Chase it, cease it, maintain, keep it
Hold it, control it, never let go of it
Hold on, press on, push on, I'm gone

[Chorus 2X]

[Anthony Hamilton]
For so long
Paid my dues
Now IIIIIII (I pushed on)
Alright, give up (I pushed on)
I never have
Kept on
Ohhhhh, ooooohhhh

"No Good"

[B Stille]
Yooooo!
I said Yooooo!
For all them industry haters that said we couldn't do it...
This for my country thug street yeagas!
You know we gon'

[Hook]
Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

[Verse 1]
[Skinny Deville]
My yeaga lookin like one of them days
I got a Franklin in my pocket, with this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol' song
Lincoln on a sack, with the fifty-dat
Bump my song, Get drunk, get it crunk
Country-fried, pack a blunt
Erything tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bump
In a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a gauge
Turn the page, flip the script
Hit the script jump, shorty with the dump
In the hatchback, ass fat
Nickel bag of funk, caught a skunk in a rat trap
Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass that
Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, headed South
Woodgrain, Pure Grain, hold it in and let it out
Bouncin' like a bunny hunny, tell the shorty set it out
Get in where we fit in, we gon' try our best to sell it out

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 2]
[B Stille]
We makes it hot for 'em, feel the flames
Who seperate the real from lames
Yeaga B Stille's his name
(Where you from?)
The Ville, LaGrange, to Mills and Fane
Look how far Louisville's done came!
Now break it down

I like my pockets fat
And my weed green
And my liquor brown
And my hens clean
With they panties down
And a beat that keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

Check, check
My mic vocals, is like choke-holds
Fetch the billfold that my cheese is in
And purchase a nickel to help me breathe again
I'm from a place where blood spills and stains
Filled with drug deals and gangs
Yeagas with gold grills and thangs
Drink up, fill ya tanks, spill ya drinks
It's Nappy, dawg, untamed
Southern slang, unchanged
We sendin' slugs through ya brain
(Fuck what you know, good)
And all my thugs, for the sane

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 2]
[Fish Scales]
A cool cat, with a pimp hat
Cup fulla Gin-Jack
Dreaded out, throwin up deuces
When I'm headed out
Slice it up and bet it out, 5-0-4
Throw the prices up and set it out
Real niggaz never doubt
Swerve to the calico, give me a deuce of that
Make it 2 of that, pack a tip, flush a Optimo
Keep the change, got to go
Flirt, tryna talk dirty
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off early
Then I dap out, so clean
Yo honey actin' mo' mean
Napped-out, momma asking me "What's all that 'bout?"
Say I got big plans, look slim but mapped-out
Country boy with country game
Never spittin' nothin' lame
Get paid to rap, still a dap like ain't nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, split ends stay happy
Bad threads must've came from his pappy

[Hook until end]

"These Walls"

Hmmmmmmmm
Well, well, well, well

[Chorus]
These walls are closin' in
How long I'm supposed to grin
I lost my will to win
Forgive my sin, hmmmmmmmmmm

These walls are closin' in
How long I'm supposed to grin
I lost my will to win
Forgive my sin, hmmmmmmmmmm

As darkness approaches
And I'm fumbling through the blunt roaches
Its looking hopeless, totally unfocused
Stumbling onto the front porch
Poasty with my closest associates
We were so broke
Though a couple of us had sold dope
Still humble enough to be po' folk
We coming up to be grown folk
Ain't dumb enough to be slow poke
Though the hours of death they grow close
So we give our lives to the utmost, Plus
Here's an extra point
Visualize the gold post
No we not eating duck roast
But we live our lives to the utmost, Cause
Those pressure points
Are the corners we cut close
Turn most civilized
Yaggers to cutthroats
And it's these men they send
up state by truck load
And hurl 'em in to the pin like buffalos
I'm saying

[Chorus]

The game was sold, not told to me
Heartache won't let go of me
Games say that I'll live and lie
But I'll trrrrryyyyy

Every which way tell you the angles
I done tossed and turned
Hit and missed
Pissed cause of that didn't amount to this
Getting it ain't got a damn thing to do with keeping shit
Working damn hard to get it
Plans and not parting with it
Life got a way of showing you shit
you can't barely see
Tough keeping close
Setting sail through a sea of g's
Something should this night I lay me down to sleep
Wasn't happy with my friend
Pray the lord my soul to keep

[Chorus]

I'm 'bout 3000 miles from Graceland
By the county from Macon
But you would think I'm arm reach from Satan
I got a strange way of telling the truth
Most felons do stuff between
Hearin your story and telling it too
Stuck between nom and feelin it
Right between calm and militant
On the search for deliverance
Im three days from beatin my case at the arraignment
This shits basic
Get the (?) get the statement

[R. Prophit]
Part with the heart of a soldier
Right now I'm stuck behind bars with daddy told ya
I chose to march with martin carryin posters
They lock me down, but they usually hang us folks up
We so tough, white man trying to control us
And mold us, simulate our cultures, they doped us
Hell naw I'm stayin focused
I won't corrupt with evil
Forever fightin for my people, equal

Fight for you rights

These walls are closing in
How long I'm supposed to grin
I lost my will to win
Forgive my sin..

Ladies and gentlemen I have some very sad news for all of you
Could you lower those sings please?
Martin Luther King was shot and was killed tonight..

"War / Peace"

[R. Prophet]
Welcome

[Chorus 4x - Nappy Roots]
War/Peace, c'mon Nappy
Love/Lust, now say it, Roots

[R. Prophet]
I got a telegram from a pelican
Said in the clouds last night she got higher then she's ever been
Seen shuttles and huddles, hard rocks and war bombs
In real life our words in distorted sound
Coke and Hen' mix, guitar Jimi Hendrix
Smokes and blunts but this is my experience
The world's corrupt, how can I defend it?
Need more love, that's why I have to send it

[B. Stille]
Know what it is when you really tryin to be somethin
But in your minds you really can't find nothin
But am I wrong if a preacher can't reach me?
Or am I dumb cause a teacher can't teach me?
I'm too black for this world here to bleach me
I'm too much hell for this heaven here to keep me
But you can beat me, slander me, cancel me
But see I'm real so you still gotta answer me

[Chorus]

[Skinny Deville]
The thought of all destruction, man ain't nothin gonna last
I feel the pain and sufferin, the system done collapsed
Wood is burnin, big construction's burnin, holdin on a pass
Shattered glass the aftermath, tragic death is on the trail
Empty shells, the ghetto's extinct, there's heaven and there's hell
Burnin souls, the opposite of peace for 7 million years
Started livin well, self-esteem, been lovin with myself
It's time for revolution, get yo' gauge and bullets off the shelf
Because it's war

[Ron Clutch]
Because the end is almost here but I done been here before
So I haven't any fear for I trust in the Lord
When I die nobody cry, nobody shed not a tear
In the middle of the floor pour out your liquor and your beer
I'm still witcha, you can hear me loud and clearly
When I'm howlin at the moon (whoooooo)
Mama heard me freestylin in the womb
Heard me battlin the beat of her heart when it boom
I'm born again, I'm free! I'm Nappy to my Roots!

[Chorus]

[Big V]
Do it, c'mon, c'mon, yeah!
Do it, c'mon, c'mon, yeah!
Do it, c'mon, c'mon, yeah!
Do it, do it, do it, do it!

[B. Stille]
Rich man purchased a poor one
This land versus a fore run
Either you with us or for 'em
Pistols and missiles got 'em just to wage war on
It ain't safe even in Oregon
Each mourn, then there's more gone
Bloodshed filthy as the money it pours on
The guilty hand washes the sore one
King James boxin a Qu'ran
The officials are morons, can't trust no one

[Big V]
But if the whinos don't know it, the streets won't repeat it
If it ain't adverse, then the reverend won't preach it
Represent the slums, the misfits and have-nots
Buddy we had not, born in a bad spot

[Chorus]

"Roll Again"

[Intro]
Niggaz was goin crazy with me
It was our first video, nigga
You know we was gon' come back to the country road
I don't know...yyyeah
Y'all-y'all ready to roll again?
(Wussup) Lets ride then
Ah, yup, hit 'em

[Big V]
Way before platinum there was a place we used to go
and ride for hours at a time on a country road
Whatever's troublin, you can let it go
I get out of the car and walk through it, visit the river and talk to it
Simply sayin, "Mr. water, what is it that you runnin from?"
Asked the bird in the tree, "What is it that you hummin for?"
Now knowin +Why the Caged Bird Sings+ is wishin to be free
Reminded myself of life and it's hold on me
Touring, the children, women, sexual resistance
Religion means so much to me, the church don't see enough of me
This way, that way, bendin corners tryin to get away
Sometimes you have to see a storm to appreciate a pretty day
BACK in the car now, headed for the liquor store
God, what a vivid scene, diggin what I just seen
Rolled up another one, still in a daze though
Gassed up at the Mini-Mart, my mind on the country roads

[Chorus 2x - Nappy Roots]
I just wanna goooo
On the country roads and get blowwwwed
On the country roads again rolllll
Been on the country roads again

[Skinny Deville]
Yo, we off in these backwoods Caddy-hoggin, Nappy dawg, ain't no joke
We glad they robbin, rap imposters, for they problem no hope
It's cutthroat, we hungry starvin, chargin for the front do'
You want mo'? We smoke and sparkin, jokers like the blunt go
Been shovin folk for plenty miles, yes I'm the type to grin and bear it
The second chance and out the box, I'm back again with 'dro and spirits
Look at me now, I found a spot, I'm down here by that rollin river
Grab a rose and took me to a place, au revoir, I'm rollin scriptures

[Scales]
Man these country roads makin me zone out
Ridin through all the bullshit that poppa would scold 'bout
But soon as my hustle got good I showed out
Quick to jump I-24, come back with plenty mo'
By '97 I was smokin perfecto
The chains and the Willie Esco was the dresscode
We lost our littlest cousin Gwin, a skidrow
Tony Renfrow rest in peace your kinfolks, I miss y'all

[Chorus]

[B. Stille]
(Dude what the hell are we doin?)
Back deep on these country roads blowin, gettin in touch with my mind
No worries just striped lines and curve-filled signs
When all the events throughout the day, good or bad, somehow rewind
While I recline, in my Cadillac seats
Hit the trees and press repeat
and let the melody of these windy roads keep my soul upbeat
No destination proposed, just ridin these country roads
..
Listen, this killer's that's willin to catch a court case
Split your wig apart quicker than the divorce rate
Niggaz show out, go wild in the corpse cage
Blow out in the news and I don't mean the sports page
Get drowned in North Lake, could get found in horse cave
Fool, get down, the boy's crazy!
Lil' Stille's with ambition, itchin to fill my position
Replace me, but by the Lord's grace still existin
Should be in depression Latrill is missin, cousins in prison
Heard Little Ricky was snitchin, now he's a born-again Christian
Always had my suspicions, our teens with bad addictions
Family members gone overseas on a mission, we miss 'em
See you can travel straight through two different coasts
State to state, navigate this beautiful globe
in search of a plate full of food for the soul
I could taste it when the smoke hit my nose
on a place called country roads

[Chorus with ad-libs at the end]