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Yes sir…Nappy Roots…Well.. I gotta go..Aww.. alright.. [R. Prophit]I find myself up in the sky again, fly-inSo sincere, my dear, when I leave I cry withinIt’s lonesome here, candy painted oh so clearRepresent the slums, Nappy through most of the year (Nappy Roots!)Shouts out to Aaliyah, live the life and very careerOn my wall I

Yeah, haha Nappy RootsAwwnaw! [Hook]Awnaw! Hell naw! ManY’all done up and done itAwnaw! Hell naw! BoyY’all done up and done itAwnaw! Hell naw! BoyY’all done up and done itAh, y’all done up and done itMan y’all done up and done it [Fish Scales]My first song was like forty-eight bars with no hookYou hear me flippin

[Skinny DeVille]Smoked the bong to the bang and got crunkShorty with the thong and the chain’s about to get nuttyFrom my song my hands, I ain’t tryna be ya buddyLet a player cut somethin *scratching*Now it’s on anything that got drunkSkully took it strong to the brain, and I’mtalkin dirty to this broad, "where yo’

[Hook: All]We just some country boys – country walk, country talkDon’t bring it round here ‘less ya know fa sho’ it’s jumpin offWe just some country boys – country walk, country talkDon’t bring it round here ‘less ya know fa sho’ it’s jumpin off [B. Stille]Uhhh.. this nigga no games (games)With my Hanes tee shirt,

[sample is cut up]"Please baby, please don’t leave" [R. Prophit]We rappers in the slums.. alright..Let’s get this motherfucker crunkin from Kentucky to BaghdadYa pops was always gone but that didn’t make him a bad dadWe still managed to eat, and come to think wattn’t half badBut Doug was always humerous bout the things they would