Blowin' Trees Lyrics - Watermelon, Chicken And Gritz - Nappy Roots

Yes sir 

Nappy roots 

Well I gotta go 

Aww alright 

I find myself up in the sky again, fly-in 

So sincere, my dear, when I leave I cry within 

It's lonesome here, candy painted oh so clear 

Represent the slums, nappy through most of the year 

(Nappy roots!) 

Shouts out to aliyah, live the life and very career 

On my wall I gotcha picture, God pray witcha 

It's all on us, nappy boys in God we trust 

Regardless what, this ya boy R. prophit whassup? 

Nappy head and all, is the life for me 

Grab my yea and we blowin' trees 

This is the life God chose for me, chose for me 

Nappy head and all, is the life for me 

Grab my yea and we blowin' trees 

This is the life God chose for me, chose for me, chose for me 

I love my apple corn home, gave my favorite brush away 

Went from bald headed to all-dreaded, to just enough to braid 

It could be my lucky day, nappy shirted up the shades 

Think I'm frontin', I'm cuttin' somethin' with my trucks and blades 

Let that man speak, step up grab all my meat 

Greet you with my balls and my word in every handshake 

You damn straight, you worthless queer, price this landscape 

Awake, to a plate of a homemade pancake 

Used to picture myself at the NFL draft 

I just couldn't remove the lens cap 

But I still kept my mouthpiece and my chinstrap 

I dread it all for a pimp hat 

Big body hog, new rag-top, pitch black 

Being average is okay, being different is alright 

Long as you stay in your means 

Then you know you keepin' it real with yo'self 

And that's nappy right there 

Nappy head and all, is the life for me 

Grab my yea and we blowin' trees 

This is the life God chose for me, chose for me 

Nappy head and all, is the life for me 

Grab my yea and we blowin' trees 

This is the life God chose for me, chose for me, chose for me 

I'm in the '81 'lac Seville, but got spend 

Limo tint, but see we ridin' it like it's a Benz 

Clamp somethin' like a pimp 

(Puff somethin' like a pimp) 

I'm cuttin' corners most players won't attempt 

Skinny slum type, betcha bottom dollar that's fa sure 

Nappy gonna be alright, through ups and downs and back and fer' 

What the hell ya talkin' 'bout? How much it cost to floss and ball 

We did it on a budget, rep the country till we fall 

Playa we in enter this biz 

(Nappy!) 

My love is in the slums and the people that's near 

They love me dang, do anything for me dang 

Make a livin' outta whattchu call ugly dang 

With nothin' left to lose, we get it in 

But nappy roots done paid the dues 

Hustlin', backwards-ass nigga this one here's for you 

You in the way, get out the game 

We comin' through, with shit to prove 

Ain't nan thing you can tell me 'fore observin' what we 'bout to do 

Nappy head and all, is the life for me 

Grab my yea and we blowin' trees 

This is the life God chose for me, chose for me 

Nappy head and all, is the life for me 

Grab my yea and we blowin' trees 

This is the life God chose for me, chose for me, chose for me