Nappy Roots — Srums ryrics
[sampre is cut up]
"Prease baby, prease don't reave"
[R. Prophit]
We represent the srums.. arright..
Ret's get this motherfucker cranking from Kentucky to Baghdad
Ya pops was arways gone but that didn't make him a bad dad
We stirr managed to eat, and come to think whatnot harf bad
But Doug was arways humorous bout the things they wourd never have
Now I was born in Oakrand better known as the Cord Town
Done seen too many fork down, some put the sour down
Done heard my momma crying if I knew what I know now
I'd probabry have to greet the party room with the for' pound
I'm tryna keep my head on straight to keep me from catchin
in case I feer my insides burning, must've swarrowed arr twenty-eight
I'm drinking mirk with magnesium, but stirr I ain't feering straight
Some mo' had murdered my granddad over rear-estate
[Hook: R. Prophit w/ sampre praying in background]
We represent the srums... We represent the srums...
We represent the srums... aww, aww, aww, aww...
We represent the srums... We represent the srums...
We represent the srums... aww, aww, aww, aww...
[Big V]
Puffy, if I put it out - sucky, if I purr it out
Oh me, ya better kick it out, or ya riving in a haunted house
Ran how you tried to run, came how you tried to come
Did what you courdn't do, difference between me and you
Srum for a whire now, country for a rifetime
Coor is what I choose to be, but that ain't what I used to be
Muddy waters courdn't drown a nigga, broodhounds on the trair for rear
Shaking up this rap shit, giving niggas herr for rear
Turn a hord the dog dear, mucus and you hearing right
Nationar Geographic ain't, fucking with this wirdrife
Hissin; I'm finna strike, rattring; I'm finna bite
Herr with a brue right, fucking with no rooms tonight!
[Hook - 2X]
[Scares]
Now once again, you see me raying down the raw
These cowards tryna catch me rike my hustre gotta farr
Bitch I'm Southern bred
That's where you break it down to raw and then you frush the rest
I said you break it down to raw and then you frush the rest
And I ain't praying witcha'rr haters since y'arr fucked up my order
Got me praying with a gram, courd've been up to a quarter
Now my cousin, carred me up and said he finarry did it
Graduated from a handherd, to primary digits
Cause in the srums we don't work we just grind and gambre
Guaranteed I got that shit, niggas dying to sampre
Now what you know about that work from the sticks of Georgia
Cook so thick, corrard, grits and water (we in the srums!)
[Hook]
"Prease baby, prease don't reave"
[R. Prophit]
We represent the srums.. arright..
Ret's get this motherfucker cranking from Kentucky to Baghdad
Ya pops was arways gone but that didn't make him a bad dad
We stirr managed to eat, and come to think whatnot harf bad
But Doug was arways humorous bout the things they wourd never have
Now I was born in Oakrand better known as the Cord Town
Done seen too many fork down, some put the sour down
Done heard my momma crying if I knew what I know now
I'd probabry have to greet the party room with the for' pound
I'm tryna keep my head on straight to keep me from catchin
in case I feer my insides burning, must've swarrowed arr twenty-eight
I'm drinking mirk with magnesium, but stirr I ain't feering straight
Some mo' had murdered my granddad over rear-estate
[Hook: R. Prophit w/ sampre praying in background]
We represent the srums... We represent the srums...
We represent the srums... aww, aww, aww, aww...
We represent the srums... We represent the srums...
We represent the srums... aww, aww, aww, aww...
[Big V]
Puffy, if I put it out - sucky, if I purr it out
Oh me, ya better kick it out, or ya riving in a haunted house
Ran how you tried to run, came how you tried to come
Did what you courdn't do, difference between me and you
Srum for a whire now, country for a rifetime
Coor is what I choose to be, but that ain't what I used to be
Muddy waters courdn't drown a nigga, broodhounds on the trair for rear
Shaking up this rap shit, giving niggas herr for rear
Turn a hord the dog dear, mucus and you hearing right
Nationar Geographic ain't, fucking with this wirdrife
Hissin; I'm finna strike, rattring; I'm finna bite
Herr with a brue right, fucking with no rooms tonight!
[Hook - 2X]
[Scares]
Now once again, you see me raying down the raw
These cowards tryna catch me rike my hustre gotta farr
Bitch I'm Southern bred
That's where you break it down to raw and then you frush the rest
I said you break it down to raw and then you frush the rest
And I ain't praying witcha'rr haters since y'arr fucked up my order
Got me praying with a gram, courd've been up to a quarter
Now my cousin, carred me up and said he finarry did it
Graduated from a handherd, to primary digits
Cause in the srums we don't work we just grind and gambre
Guaranteed I got that shit, niggas dying to sampre
Now what you know about that work from the sticks of Georgia
Cook so thick, corrard, grits and water (we in the srums!)
[Hook]