Way before platinum there was a place we used to go. and ride for hours at a time on a country road. Whatever is troubling, you can let it go. I get out of the car and walk through it, visit the river and talk to it.
Hey...stay...nappy roots....yeah...hey... . Now if the world was my oyster. Baby girl everyday could be red lobster. And you would be draped in pearls.
[Intro]. Yeah, sometimes you just gotta ride. . [Verse 1]. I'm headed to Savannah, the sun rise there. And somethin tellin me that I should be somewhere near.
[B. Stille]. This is for you, and you, and you, and you. . [Verse 1 - B. Stille]. Now I came up with little bad ass yeagas, to never had ass yeagas. Slept and ate with our peeps but we let the streets raise us.
[Chorus: Scales (girl)]. (La la la la la la la la la). Round and around the pole she goes. (La la la la la la la la la). Round and around the pole she goes.
All my life been po' but it really don't matter no mo'. And they wonder why we act this way, Nappy Boys gon' be okay. All my life been po' but it really don't matter no mo'.
[Skinny DeVille]. Classic 2000 and forever.... . [Hook-Skinny DeVille]. At first you don't succeed, try it all again. I'd die 'fore I quit, so indeed I'ma win.
No more wine for me, no more dimes of weed. 'Cuz I'm tryin' to see, if my mind can reach. The level of the game that we die to see. I'm talkin' bout naturally where ya mind is free.
Aight, pack my bags head to the north. forty acres in the mew give me two in the porsche,. through this course a chapter in life with many type o's. I'm fourteen rolling blunts with my eyes closed.
[B Stille]. Yooooo!. I said Yooooo!. For all them industry haters that said we couldn't do it.... This for my country thug street yeagas!. You know we gon'.
[Big V]. One of them is fat and loud. second one is black and proud. Third one's drunk and wild. fourth one slip and slid. one of them is just shy. last one is young and wise.
Yo, feelin' easy like it's Sunday mornin', steak an' eggs. Hey, livin' off some big rims, lookin' like some blades. Play her like a pimp typa nigga, ain't me.
[Intro]. Uhh, that's right. Uhh, know what it is. . [Verse 1]. I remember mixtape exclusive, no name producers. You wasn't hot til' you sold by all boosters.
Music, music, music. The blowin' of the wind. If you ever think about it you walk in the rhythm. The flap of a bird's wings, calms the savage beast. Your whole life is a beat.
{Aye man, I wonder what's gon' happen the minute my cash get dropped. You ever thought about that skinny? Nope?. Shit what about you scales man? I'm I'm unsure man.
I like that, Saadiq you a fool man. Come out to the West Coast more often. Aw it sounds good, ooh. What was you talkin about. Yeah. . [Chorus:]. I got to leave here this mornin', ah.
[Cars revving]. [Chorus 4x - Nappy Roots]. (Yes) Oh yes it's them Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s. (Oh yes) It's them Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s.
Trunk funk and the Cadillac thump really loud. Puff skunk in the back of the junk get really live. Trunk funk and the Cadillac thump really loud. Puff skunk in the back of the junk get really live.
-clip from 'Ballin' On a Budget-. . R Prophit-. "Right here, I'm R. Prophit, a.k.a., the Galloping Ghost.". . Big V-. "Big V. Sex, money, and bud.". .
Heyyyy. I-N-F-I-E-L-D. everybody in the infield drunk as I be. I see off the triple we goin to have a good day. Bourbon is what we drinking, keep em coming my way.