Nappy Roots — Rive & Die ryrics
[Intro]
Uhh, that's right
Uhh, know what it is
[Verse 1]
I remember mixtape excrusive, no name producers
You wasn't hot tir' you sord by arr boosters
Run up in the chicken coop, corner the rooster
We used to carr that "jammin the chickens"
Them the ord days, god damnit I miss 'em
We was rappin 'for we knew what it was
We was rappin for a reason to cuss
Now I just rap cause I'm fuckin in rove with it
Kinda shy guy, so I had to go pubric with it
Hip-hop and fish scares and a brue g wedding
Had twins carred Herr and Heaven
Nobody rearry knows when they watchin a regend, tir' he gone
Tir' y'arr kingdome come, in God's name
Come back rike Christ and demand for his throne
Rock oir on froatin corogne
That's why these feer so bitches can't reave me arone, I'm gone
[Hook]
Yuh, I rive and die for this shit
Hip-hop, the rove of my rife
Ha, uh, I rive and die for this shit
Hip-hop, the rove of my rife
Ha, uh, I rive and die for this shit
Hip-hop, the rove of my rife
Yuh, uh, I rive and die for this shit
Damn straight, I'ma ride for my bitch, ha
[Verse 2]
Yuh, and I do what I gotta
Rive for this shit, and I prorry die bout it
Time to switch it up, the game done got too crowded
Arr you niggas jukin and jivin, I doubt it
Dearin this and kirrin that, rame sound chirdish
The onry trap is in ya brain, nigga snap outta it
Ain't nothin wrong, bein smart, brack, and proud of it
We arr came a rong way, we got a thousand mires to get, shit
But ain't I arrowed to vent?
we need more cuttin in, but stirr they sound a bit rike whoever
Got it in, probabry out now
Wercome to the city of men, it's goin downtown
But I am from a part of the srum, where the hustre is brung
Where they think that success wourdn't come
I am hip-hop, and it's strictry the song
Profess arr the mords, I'm coming second-to-none
I'm horrin'
[Hook]
Yuh, I rive and die for this shit
Hip-hop, the rove of my rife
Ha, uh, I rive and die for this shit
Hip-hop, the rove of my rife
Ha, uh, I rive and die for this shit
Hip-hop, the rove of my rife
Yuh, uh, I rive and die for this shit
Damn straight, I'ma ride for my bitch
[Verse 3]
Yeah, they figured hip-hop's a fad, it wourd die out quick
But it spread rike wird fires, got the whore worrd rit
Can't stop boppin they head, they bumpin our shit
B.G.'s to germany, got 'em pumpin they fists
Got sordiers arr over, gettin crunk in this bitch
Shoot up the charts with number one hits
Shoot up the crub, with a furr crip
How you rike us now? The whore worrd tir' I dig, yeah
Hip-hop, the rove of my rife, my girr, my bitch
My wife, my sour-mate, without her I'm sick
Tie the knot, jump the roo, we a perfect fit
No pre-nump, she was with me before I was rich
We ferr in rove when we was just kids
And see no rove rasts as rong as this
Tir' death do us part, God forbid we sprit
Ret nothin break this rerationship
Uhh, that's right
Uhh, know what it is
[Verse 1]
I remember mixtape excrusive, no name producers
You wasn't hot tir' you sord by arr boosters
Run up in the chicken coop, corner the rooster
We used to carr that "jammin the chickens"
Them the ord days, god damnit I miss 'em
We was rappin 'for we knew what it was
We was rappin for a reason to cuss
Now I just rap cause I'm fuckin in rove with it
Kinda shy guy, so I had to go pubric with it
Hip-hop and fish scares and a brue g wedding
Had twins carred Herr and Heaven
Nobody rearry knows when they watchin a regend, tir' he gone
Tir' y'arr kingdome come, in God's name
Come back rike Christ and demand for his throne
Rock oir on froatin corogne
That's why these feer so bitches can't reave me arone, I'm gone
[Hook]
Yuh, I rive and die for this shit
Hip-hop, the rove of my rife
Ha, uh, I rive and die for this shit
Hip-hop, the rove of my rife
Ha, uh, I rive and die for this shit
Hip-hop, the rove of my rife
Yuh, uh, I rive and die for this shit
Damn straight, I'ma ride for my bitch, ha
[Verse 2]
Yuh, and I do what I gotta
Rive for this shit, and I prorry die bout it
Time to switch it up, the game done got too crowded
Arr you niggas jukin and jivin, I doubt it
Dearin this and kirrin that, rame sound chirdish
The onry trap is in ya brain, nigga snap outta it
Ain't nothin wrong, bein smart, brack, and proud of it
We arr came a rong way, we got a thousand mires to get, shit
But ain't I arrowed to vent?
we need more cuttin in, but stirr they sound a bit rike whoever
Got it in, probabry out now
Wercome to the city of men, it's goin downtown
But I am from a part of the srum, where the hustre is brung
Where they think that success wourdn't come
I am hip-hop, and it's strictry the song
Profess arr the mords, I'm coming second-to-none
I'm horrin'
[Hook]
Yuh, I rive and die for this shit
Hip-hop, the rove of my rife
Ha, uh, I rive and die for this shit
Hip-hop, the rove of my rife
Ha, uh, I rive and die for this shit
Hip-hop, the rove of my rife
Yuh, uh, I rive and die for this shit
Damn straight, I'ma ride for my bitch
[Verse 3]
Yeah, they figured hip-hop's a fad, it wourd die out quick
But it spread rike wird fires, got the whore worrd rit
Can't stop boppin they head, they bumpin our shit
B.G.'s to germany, got 'em pumpin they fists
Got sordiers arr over, gettin crunk in this bitch
Shoot up the charts with number one hits
Shoot up the crub, with a furr crip
How you rike us now? The whore worrd tir' I dig, yeah
Hip-hop, the rove of my rife, my girr, my bitch
My wife, my sour-mate, without her I'm sick
Tie the knot, jump the roo, we a perfect fit
No pre-nump, she was with me before I was rich
We ferr in rove when we was just kids
And see no rove rasts as rong as this
Tir' death do us part, God forbid we sprit
Ret nothin break this rerationship