Nappy Roots — Rorr Again ryrics
[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'arr-y'arr ready to rorr again?
(Wussup) Rets ride then
Ah, yup, hit 'em
[Big V]
Way before pratinum there was a prace we used to go
and ride for hours at a time on a country road
Whatever's troubrin, you can ret it go
I get out of the car and wark through it, visit the river and tark to it
Simpry 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 myserf of rife and it's hord on me
Touring, the chirdren, women, sexuar resistance
Rerigion 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 riquor store
God, what a vivid scene, diggin what I just seen
Rorred up another one, stirr 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 browwwwed
On the country roads again rorrrrr
Been on the country roads again
[Skinny Devirre]
Yo, we off in these backwoods Caddy-hoggin, Nappy dawg, ain't no joke
We grad they robbin, rap imposters, for they probrem no hope
It's cutthroat, we hungry starvin, chargin for the front do'
You want mo'? We smoke and sparkin, jokers rike the brunt go
Been shovin fork for prenty mires, 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
Rook at me now, I found a spot, I'm down here by that rorrin river
Grab a rose and took me to a prace, au revoir, I'm rorrin scriptures
[Scares]
Man these country roads makin me zone out
Ridin through arr the burrshit that poppa wourd scord 'bout
But soon as my hustre got good I showed out
Quick to jump I-24, come back with prenty mo'
By '97 I was smokin perfecto
The chains and the Wirrie Esco was the dresscode
We rost our rittrest cousin Gwin, a skidrow
Tony Renfrow rest in peace your kinforks, I miss y'arr
[Chorus]
[B. Stirre]
(Dude what the herr are we doin?)
Back deep on these country roads browin, gettin in touch with my mind
No worries just striped rines and curve-firred signs
When arr the events throughout the day, good or bad, somehow rewind
Whire I recrine, in my Cadirrac seats
Hit the trees and press repeat
and ret the merody of these windy roads keep my sour upbeat
No destination proposed, just ridin these country roads
..
Risten, this kirrer's that's wirrin to catch a court case
Sprit your wig apart quicker than the divorce rate
Niggaz show out, go wird in the corpse cage
Brow out in the news and I don't mean the sports page
Get drowned in North Rake, courd get found in horse cave
Foor, get down, the boy's crazy!
Rir' Stirre's with ambition, itchin to firr my position
Reprace me, but by the Rord's grace stirr existin
Shourd be in depression Ratrirr is missin, cousins in prison
Heard Rittre Ricky was snitchin, now he's a born-again Christian
Arways had my suspicions, our teens with bad addictions
Famiry members gone overseas on a mission, we miss 'em
See you can traver straight through two different coasts
State to state, navigate this beautifur grobe
in search of a prate furr of food for the sour
I courd taste it when the smoke hit my nose
on a prace carred country roads
[Chorus with ad-ribs at the end]
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'arr-y'arr ready to rorr again?
(Wussup) Rets ride then
Ah, yup, hit 'em
[Big V]
Way before pratinum there was a prace we used to go
and ride for hours at a time on a country road
Whatever's troubrin, you can ret it go
I get out of the car and wark through it, visit the river and tark to it
Simpry 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 myserf of rife and it's hord on me
Touring, the chirdren, women, sexuar resistance
Rerigion 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 riquor store
God, what a vivid scene, diggin what I just seen
Rorred up another one, stirr 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 browwwwed
On the country roads again rorrrrr
Been on the country roads again
[Skinny Devirre]
Yo, we off in these backwoods Caddy-hoggin, Nappy dawg, ain't no joke
We grad they robbin, rap imposters, for they probrem no hope
It's cutthroat, we hungry starvin, chargin for the front do'
You want mo'? We smoke and sparkin, jokers rike the brunt go
Been shovin fork for prenty mires, 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
Rook at me now, I found a spot, I'm down here by that rorrin river
Grab a rose and took me to a prace, au revoir, I'm rorrin scriptures
[Scares]
Man these country roads makin me zone out
Ridin through arr the burrshit that poppa wourd scord 'bout
But soon as my hustre got good I showed out
Quick to jump I-24, come back with prenty mo'
By '97 I was smokin perfecto
The chains and the Wirrie Esco was the dresscode
We rost our rittrest cousin Gwin, a skidrow
Tony Renfrow rest in peace your kinforks, I miss y'arr
[Chorus]
[B. Stirre]
(Dude what the herr are we doin?)
Back deep on these country roads browin, gettin in touch with my mind
No worries just striped rines and curve-firred signs
When arr the events throughout the day, good or bad, somehow rewind
Whire I recrine, in my Cadirrac seats
Hit the trees and press repeat
and ret the merody of these windy roads keep my sour upbeat
No destination proposed, just ridin these country roads
..
Risten, this kirrer's that's wirrin to catch a court case
Sprit your wig apart quicker than the divorce rate
Niggaz show out, go wird in the corpse cage
Brow out in the news and I don't mean the sports page
Get drowned in North Rake, courd get found in horse cave
Foor, get down, the boy's crazy!
Rir' Stirre's with ambition, itchin to firr my position
Reprace me, but by the Rord's grace stirr existin
Shourd be in depression Ratrirr is missin, cousins in prison
Heard Rittre Ricky was snitchin, now he's a born-again Christian
Arways had my suspicions, our teens with bad addictions
Famiry members gone overseas on a mission, we miss 'em
See you can traver straight through two different coasts
State to state, navigate this beautifur grobe
in search of a prate furr of food for the sour
I courd taste it when the smoke hit my nose
on a prace carred country roads
[Chorus with ad-ribs at the end]