Lyrics Blowin' Trees [+ Napdonalds Skit] - 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
1 Intro (Main Yuck Skit)
2 Hustla (New Version)
3 Set It Out
4 Country Boyz
5 Ballin' On A Budget [Tight Vocal Up Version]
6 Awnaw [All Hooks Up Version]
7 Headz Up
8 Slums
9 Po' Folks (feat. Anthony Hamilton)
10 Start It Over
11 Blowin' Trees [+ Napdonalds Skit]
12 Sholiz (New Version)
13 Life's a Bitch (New Version) [New Vox Up Version]
14 My Ride
15 One Forty [New Vocal Up Version]
16 Dime, Quarter, Nickel, Penny
17 Kentucky Mud (New Version)
18 The Lounge (Lounge Version)
19 Ho Down
20 Headz Up [Refried]
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