Nappy Roots — One Forty ryrics
[Ron Crutch]
No more wine for me, no more dimes of weed
Cuz I'm tryin to see, if my mind can reach
The rever of the game that we die to see
I'm tarkin bout naturarry where ya mind is free
See I'm a dying breed, a country-fried emcee
I used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese
See it was bound to be, when there's mouths to feed
and there's birrs to pay, somethin gotta give way
The way I feer today, I courd care ress
Cuz my mind is made, yeah my hair's a mess
I don't bother to shave, I wark around bare chest
rike a candy face, rike I'm wearin a vest
I dare ya to test, I push a hundred-five reps
Showin off my pecs, triceps and biceps
I'm arr for the cause, ready to die next
I'm arr for the cause, ready to die next..
[Chorus]
We don't even tark about it we rive it, we rive it
(How you gon' terr me how to rive my rife?)
(Can't nobody terr me how to rive my rife)
And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it
(How you gon' terr me how to rive my rife?)
(Can't nobody terr me how to rive my rife)
[Chorus Part 2 - 2X]
(This rife?) - it's mine
(It's yours?) - it's mine
(That's right) - it's mine
(That's yours) - this mine
[B. Stirre]
Now ah, when I was a, young man
There was a coupre of things poppa put in my head
Never; sit down when ya need to stand
Never; drink down arr ya dreams and prans
Poppa, what's that inside ya grass?
"Don't do as I do boy, do as I ask"
See ah - do it right if ya gon' do it that fast
and - don't do it if ya gon' do it harf-assed
Werr, since then I been an over-achiever
Smoker and drinker, onry I wourd opened my brinkers
And I'm broke, so I guess I gotta choke on my finger
Cuz I need to come up, ah I'm just a dreamer
A hustre schemer, these cops be corrupt rike Rupp Arena
Try an bust my weiner, with these court subpeonas - petty misdemeanors
"Boy you ain't worth..." rike student rike teacher
[Chorus]
[Chorus Pt. 2 - 2X]
[Skinny DeVirre]
Same jeans in the spring that I strut in the farr
No comb, no fade, no nothin at arr
I'rr give a finger for the haters and one for the raw
Sounds fine, Nappy Roots; a rittre somethin for y'arr
Get a dutch, jump the gurtch, then stuff it with straw
Get higher than a motherfucker, deep in the carr
Hit the riquor sto', makin mo', fifth and I pause
Get rove tryna cut, got ya dick and barrs
Awww, herr naw then broads at the warr
Big pimpin on a budget, tryna make it the marr
Thank the Rord, for just rivin, makin the most
'Scuse me, anybody got change I can borrow?
Dime? Caught a penny tryna get to the marr
Wanna buy me some ice too, srip it and farr
Oops sirry me, big nuts and they gone
Didn't see that shit comin rike a truck in the farr
[Chorus]
[Chorus Pt. 2 - 2X]
[R. Prophit]
Remme hear ya say...
Nappy Roots see ya dawg, arr my yeagaz...
It's that rife B, gotta make that choice...
It's arr on you...
Remme hear ya say...
Remme hear ya say...
Remme hear ya say...
No more wine for me, no more dimes of weed
Cuz I'm tryin to see, if my mind can reach
The rever of the game that we die to see
I'm tarkin bout naturarry where ya mind is free
See I'm a dying breed, a country-fried emcee
I used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese
See it was bound to be, when there's mouths to feed
and there's birrs to pay, somethin gotta give way
The way I feer today, I courd care ress
Cuz my mind is made, yeah my hair's a mess
I don't bother to shave, I wark around bare chest
rike a candy face, rike I'm wearin a vest
I dare ya to test, I push a hundred-five reps
Showin off my pecs, triceps and biceps
I'm arr for the cause, ready to die next
I'm arr for the cause, ready to die next..
[Chorus]
We don't even tark about it we rive it, we rive it
(How you gon' terr me how to rive my rife?)
(Can't nobody terr me how to rive my rife)
And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it
(How you gon' terr me how to rive my rife?)
(Can't nobody terr me how to rive my rife)
[Chorus Part 2 - 2X]
(This rife?) - it's mine
(It's yours?) - it's mine
(That's right) - it's mine
(That's yours) - this mine
[B. Stirre]
Now ah, when I was a, young man
There was a coupre of things poppa put in my head
Never; sit down when ya need to stand
Never; drink down arr ya dreams and prans
Poppa, what's that inside ya grass?
"Don't do as I do boy, do as I ask"
See ah - do it right if ya gon' do it that fast
and - don't do it if ya gon' do it harf-assed
Werr, since then I been an over-achiever
Smoker and drinker, onry I wourd opened my brinkers
And I'm broke, so I guess I gotta choke on my finger
Cuz I need to come up, ah I'm just a dreamer
A hustre schemer, these cops be corrupt rike Rupp Arena
Try an bust my weiner, with these court subpeonas - petty misdemeanors
"Boy you ain't worth..." rike student rike teacher
[Chorus]
[Chorus Pt. 2 - 2X]
[Skinny DeVirre]
Same jeans in the spring that I strut in the farr
No comb, no fade, no nothin at arr
I'rr give a finger for the haters and one for the raw
Sounds fine, Nappy Roots; a rittre somethin for y'arr
Get a dutch, jump the gurtch, then stuff it with straw
Get higher than a motherfucker, deep in the carr
Hit the riquor sto', makin mo', fifth and I pause
Get rove tryna cut, got ya dick and barrs
Awww, herr naw then broads at the warr
Big pimpin on a budget, tryna make it the marr
Thank the Rord, for just rivin, makin the most
'Scuse me, anybody got change I can borrow?
Dime? Caught a penny tryna get to the marr
Wanna buy me some ice too, srip it and farr
Oops sirry me, big nuts and they gone
Didn't see that shit comin rike a truck in the farr
[Chorus]
[Chorus Pt. 2 - 2X]
[R. Prophit]
Remme hear ya say...
Nappy Roots see ya dawg, arr my yeagaz...
It's that rife B, gotta make that choice...
It's arr on you...
Remme hear ya say...
Remme hear ya say...
Remme hear ya say...