"What Cha Gonna Do? (The Anthem)"

[Big V]
Yeah
Country boys, Nappy Roots
Lil' John, King of Crunk
Y'all know this was comin
Damn playa, here we go

[Chorus - Nappy Roots]
Whatcha gonna do when we pull up in your city?
How ya gonna act when Nappy Roots in your city?
Whatcha gonna do when we pull up in your city?
How ya gonna act when Nappy Roots in your city?
Lean to the left and stomp with it, stomp with it (stomp)
To the right then stomp with it, stomp with it (stomp)
Back to the left and then stomp with it, stomp with it (stomp)
When you got it say yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah)

[Verse 1 - Big V]
"Awnaw", hell naw, boy - here come another anthem
Done worked up a head of steam and ain't lookin to slow down none
Say it til ya, til ya tell it the way we told the shit
Let go for what, little daddy? We got control of this
Runners on you mark, get set, cause here we go with it
Walkin a muck, ya half dead? We put our soul in it
Not gon' let go for no one and I'm fo' sho' of it
But I'm for certain hurtin, and still wantin more of it

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Scales]
I keep it slum when I fall and it all and pick up
Keys from grandma and it slaw and it set it up
Quick if you brawl nigga, talk business
Or we shut it down like the law, hit it all-black, all-tinted

[Skinny Deville]
From the top down to the rock bottom, now we in yo' town, street (?)
From the fist fights to the glock shot, we known to clown
When the folk keep hollerin
Sheeit what y'all wanna do? Our haters keep on cock-blockin, damn
Them niggaz is off they rocker, prolly got 'em off they Gin and Vodka
What happened? Brought them bottles in, that sum-bitch has started a stompin
And then from the left and to the right, that's when they got to squabbin
Hog wild, Grand Mar' and chronic got them niggaz scrappin often
But we gon' keep it Nappy, slaw and slum and crunk and jumpin

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - R. Prophet]
I think I got a Hpnotic, drunk got me singin bout it
+Back+ off in +Cali+ like Cool J, fresh on the scene with Sade
My nigga Big V said he seen a bitch and doubled back
I told him, "Nigga is you crazy, swear they {?} at"
He said he seen one fine chick, hips thick and ass fat
I told him pass her like a Swisher, we can double that
She pulled up, she started yappin on how she loved the ass
I scratched my head cause I ain't tryin to catch no drama back
We shakin off y'all haters, takin 'Land like the Raiders
All of our moves are major, Prophet sharp as a razor
Coast to coast, quick to toast, they know who we be
Seem like jealousy and envy has become a disease

[Chorus]

"Light & Dark"
(feat. Anthony Hamilton)

[Intro - Big V]
Music, music, music (the blowin of the wind)
If you ever think about it you walk in the rhythm
(The flap of a bird's wings, calms the savage beast)
Your whole life is a beat (the cries of a baby)
Soothes, the baby sleeps (the mirrors and expressions of your life)
Emotion (life is a song, a beat, a tempo)
Christ our Savior, adrenaline (adjusted by a situation)
Inspiration, that's music (and that's us)
Here we go

[B. Stille (Anthony Hamilton)]
Yup, that's what I'm talkin about right there (gotta be)
You just can't get that, nowhere but this
Ya know what I'm sayin, this is classic shit
C'mon (Whoaaaaaa)

[Verse 1 - B. Stille]
Groove to the bassline, slap that snare drum
It's music to ya eardrum, snap these back
We ain't goin nowhere hun, keep on dancin
From the mud to the mansion, imagine that
Back rubs, get the body oils, pass me that
Hot tubs, sit yo' ass in that
And only music this good, could make 'em act like that
So just do it (listen to it), this is a classic track
It's like music

[Chorus 2x - B. Stille (Anthony Hamilton)]
In the light, in the light
In the dark, in the dark
(Got to be music)
In the soul, in the soul
(Got to be music)
In ya heart, in ya heart
(Got to be music)
To the end, to the end
From the start, from the start
(Got to be music)
Good music (All I know)

[Verse 2 - Skinny Deville]
Aww man, I'm in the zone again, caught up in the whirlwind
And I'm, tryin to make a decision before the whole damn world ends
When, days turn into nights man and burn for twice as long
Cause when my pen brushes the pad with an art form 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 ain't nothin to play with
Every move is practicin patience, perfectly pacin, how to stay blatant
My sole reason for existence is for all my folks to be a witness
To the movement of this music that this group put out for centuries
And has a life of it's own and prolly gon' take on some different identities
Now who'd a thought we make it happen with this rappin in this industry?
Yup

[Chorus]

[Bridge - Anthony Hamilton]
Shot up in my bones (shot up in my bones)
Deep in my soul (deep in my soul)
From head to toe, whoaaaaa
Shot up in my bones (shot up in my bones)
Deep in my soul (deep in my soul)
From head to toe

[Verse 3 - Big V]
Lots of songs, lots of sounds
Bookoo fan, lots of towns
Good and bad time, farewells and makin up
Even feet hurt in the rhythm that run with walkin off
Fights in the club, lullabies to a newborn
Jazz softly enhances gettin grooves on
Tears in a funeral, brought on by a sad song
After Biggie's "One More Chance" who was ugly doin?
Sade made me wanna do it in the rain
R. Kelly had me rentin cars to do it in the Range
Breathin is a beat tempo adjusted by adrenaline
Situations, thankin God for the situation

[Chorus]

[Bridge - Anthony Hamilton]

[Outro - Anthony Hamilton]
Said it got to be music
Deep in my soul
Got to be music
Said it can't be nothin, nothin, nothin, nothin, nothin, nothin else

"Roun' The Globe (Collipark Remix)"
(feat. Ying Yang Twins)

[Intro - Ying Yang Twins]
Is the southside in this muthafucka? (Hell yeah!)
Is the northside in this muthafucka? (Hell yeah!)
Is the eastside in this muthafucka? (Hell yeah!)
Is the westside in this muthafucka? (Hell yeah!)

[Hook - Ying Yang Twins]
This for my thugs baby and for tha club baby
We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk (Around the globe)
Atlanta, Alabama (Country as hell!) Kentucky, Carolina (Country as hell!)
Miami, Tennesse (Country as hell!) Mississippi, New Jersey (Country as hell!)

[Verse One - Skinny DeVille]
Yo, aw man, the grass done got greener on the other side of the fence
So I hopped my ass over to see if I was convinced
Fast-paced city life, but country livin's the sense
Man, I copped me a Caddy said "to Hell wit' a Benz"
Benz, Benz, twenty-inch rims
I can't leave the verti-cal grill at the back of the ranch
Got a phat farm with cows and a whole lotta land
20 acres to my name son we ain't been there

[Verse Two - B. Stille]
Meanwhile up in the D where they holla it up though
Thugs blow weed in the park where the club close
In Milwaukee the beast is petro, off in DC the streets is ghetto
Let's roll to Cali where they chief the best 'dro
and drive cars so big you can't reach the pedals
Never had a glass of purple juice for breakfast
until I took my ass to Houston, Teaxs

[Hook - Ying Yang Twins]
This for my thugs baby and for tha club baby
We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk (Around the globe)
New Orleans and D.C. (Country as hell!) Texas, Indiana (Country as hell!)
Detroit, Chicago (Country as hell!) Cali, Ohio (Country as hell!)

[Verse Three - Big V]
Copped a pair, they was sportin' jonesin'
New Orleans, went for the Cajun, winded up stayin'
Kentucky it was meth and Miami they was lacin' it
Rapped my ass of at NYC at the Bassment
Hit V.A. where they do nothin' but cook
Carolina, Indiana, Alabama, Savannah
Boston, Denver and all points between
Tennesse, Florida ain't nuthin' but blood for ya

[Verse Four - R. Prophet]
Yo, yo, yo, now shake it, go'on sit back and let your hair blow
Spanish chicas waving hasta leugo
Worldwide drop, weather's bueno
They say opposites attract, I'm a moreno
(???) so clear (???) my dear
Shy girl all she wanted to do 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 keep it crunk baby)

[Hook - Ying Yang Twins]
This for my thugs baby and for tha club baby
We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk (Around the globe)
New York, Milwaukee (Country as hell!) Florida, St. Louis (Country as hell!)
Finland, Minnesota (Country as hell!) Vegas, Seattle (Country as hell!)

[Break - R. Prophet]
Now shake it go'on sit back and let your hair blow
Ladies make your hands clap up bueno
Now shake it go'on sit back and let your hair blow
Holla at ya boy, hasta leugo

[Verse Five - Fish Scales]
Aight, first say a prayer for those in combat
Might can throw some'in' on a grill when you come back
Might can take a trip to the 'Ville
and in fact we can all get loose on the porch
And of course, hit Church Hill Downs, thow some'in' on a horse
Or we can hit dem St. Clair waters
You ain't seen country til you been through Georgia
Gotdern, they still got girls in perms (Damn)
Big cars, big wheels is the biggest concern

[Verse Six - Ron Clutch]
In my old Kentucky home
I was born and raised on catfish and corn
Collard greens and fatbacks - it's country 'an a mug
Don't care where you stay you got country in your blood
if you love and that's that
Circle the globe, met the poor and the paid
Now I know for a fact that (we keep it crunk baby)

[Hook - Ying Yang Twins]
This for my thugs baby and for tha club baby
We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk
(Around the globe) Country as hell! (Around the globe) Country as hell!
(Around the globe) Country as hell! (Around the globe) Country as hell!

[Outro - Ying Yang Twins]
Is the southside in this muthafucka? (Hell yeah!)
Is the northside in this muthafucka? (Hell yeah!)
Is the eastside in this muthafucka? (Hell yeah!)
Is the westside in this muthafucka? (Hell yeah!)

"Right Now"
(feat. Marcos Curiel of P.O.D.)

Hey...stay...nappy roots....yeah...hey..

Now if the world was my oyster
Baby girl everyday could be red lobster
And you would be draped in pearls
But it's not read the front page herald we need help
Sometime i wish i could save the world
Till death i wonder if there's any heros left
Quiet is kept won't hold my breath
Land of the slaves, home of the graves
Of war aids, young aids, gone crazed
These military ways in a flak scene

Love and basketball
Blood and alcohol
Cryin' my eyes out
As i watch the tower fall
Nowhere is safe, comfort is a coffin man
Lookin' out the window duckin' and crawlin' man
Daddy your son is callin' man
Look at this broken man
With broken plans
Thankfull as hell we holdin' hands
Now i'm feelin' love used to livin' it up
Not givin' a f***, livin's enough

You got to stand for something

How about some hardcore
Save the world
Around the globe in ninety days
Hell on earth they say its nintey-nine ways
To meet your maker, dare the devil and i bet you be brave
It's just a phase
Like in puberty at school to be crazed
I got the classroom bully on my list to behave
And if he cant then i'ma show him what it means to be saved
I'm just a nerd on my last straw
Bout ten of this my last call
My self esteem extended like this planet bout to blast off
3 - 2 - 1
Feel the black planet
I'm like damn is that granite
That I could be a rapper, a hobo, or some mechanic
That I could be a failure, in fact thats how I planned it
Cause I could never say the whole world is too demanding
And I could never video shoes I couldnt handle it
So what if i tried to just do scales and not dibs
And i settled every god in the crib untill then
Just prepared for this war to begin so you could stand up

You got to stand for something
(so you can stand up)
You got to stand for something
(understand)
You got to stand for something
(but nothing)

Mentally still they whippin' us
30 lashes
Ain't no love, ain't no sympathy
Them dirty bastards
Be washin' our brains with chemicals
Insubliminal leaving our sight impaired
But its right there
In plain view claim you
Pack a pistol already but the missles are already aimed to shoot
One push of a button and this whole ****** game is through
All of a sudden there's mushroom clouds
Evacuate the crowd
It's too late, it contaminates the (?)
The symptoms are maliable contagious
Without protection its inffecting all ages
Soon your body's going through stages
All at once the machine rages

Right now
(contaminate the planet, do it)
Right now
(no time is better than the present)
Right now
(we got to see some homie make it)
Right now
(im tired of this now)
Right now
(exterminate the planet, do it)
Right now
(no time is better than the present)
Right now
(we got to see some homie make it)
Right now
(the time is now)

You got to stand for something

"Be On Yo Way"
(feat. Episode)

[Fish Scales] yeah
[R. Prophit] Awwwww
[Fish Scales] Wassup
[R. Prophit] yes'sa
[Fish Scales] You know dat
[R. Prophit] Nappy Roots and Game Point
[Fish Scales] Fish Scales and R. Prophit,
Game Point, Wassup?

[Chours - R. Prophit]
See I don't care what them people say
And I blow tress and just grind all day
See I truley know dat my hustles gone pay
So you best be on yo wayyyy

[Episode]
Most times I'm gettin serious, I don't play no games
You niggas dats curious, you gone feel da flame
Cause rhymes that I hit cha wit, It'll prolly crack ya frame
Wether you a city black male, it's all da same

[Fish Scales]
I just hit Fern Valley Rd., I got a bag full a cookies
A white girl drivin dat keeps da stash in her pussy
Got my cousion back at home, still watchin fo da block
And dis white girl too, so she ain't stoppin fo da cops

[Chours 1x]

[Fish Scales]
But once again I gots to lay down da law
(Yo) Cause niggas lookin at me like my hustle gotta fall
Bitch you ain't never seen a Sunbird on some 18's, lookin so clean
When I was young I swear to God that was my ultimate dream
But now I'm 25 and all I want is bubbled eyes
Come threw wit a big body wit double tires, it's gettin hard
I know y'all don't wanna hate me, but it's to hard, I'm good folks
it's simple, like all my niggas get drinks and get smokes and keep dope

[Episode]
Outside, niggas with techniques and young preists
shakin fakin something, life in da beach ain't nuttin sweet
Concerned with a navigator, illest nigga on beats
Them scales to alagator, PHD in da street
G P, Nappy, indeed we in a faith for cash
We move make, bend rules and law break
Ain't no escape, impliment ya plan, make it work
Cause I'ma stack till my old ass is in da dirt

[Chours 2x]

[R. Prophit]
I greet life, hold me tight, been lonley most my life
Walk past somethin dats dried, crumbled inside
Tried to be, find somebody believe in dis here
Most people they fear, black male rap fo real
I majored dis year, like Damon Waynes on top of his game
Never leavin da game, it's Prophit boy on top of ya brain
Fumblin blunts, sometimes stumblin drunk
Stumblin crunk, come threw rumblin trunks
Nappy hit pumps, and Game Point lights ya junts
No time fo stunts, my people been hungry fo months
You know me dawg, always gotta keep it raw
Speakin real life shit off dat alchol

[Chours 2X]

[Talking]
It's over now
Hey what up my nigga?
They talkin bout us man?
man fuck these hoes
Burn it down, fo real
I ain't in dat shit
Man, fuck them niggas man
Always
Underground fo life
underground forever
Lets get these niggas
Game Point
Nappy