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Nappy Roots Watermelon Chicken And Gritz

And they wonder why we act this way, Nappy Roots gon' be okay, okay We came in the game, plain ya see Average man when the rest was ashamed to be Nappy head and

's fuckin' with that? What's fuckin' wit that? Every Chevy on dubs, what's fuckin' wit that? Jodi-Bodi, strip clubs, what's fuckin' wit that? Nappy Roots

, and not enough answers Life's a bitch, you take your chances Too many questions, and not enough answers Life's a bitch, you take your chances Too many questions, and

. 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

frog Question, is it wet enough? Lemme check it She gettin' spun like this Nappy Root record, disrespect it Slide on up and tap her shoulder Get in her mind and

I-65, Nappy an' company Vertical grills on the Cadillac, we so real Skinny Deville, return like a bat out of Hell Hell, don't ya think Nappy Roots comin

of Colt, 75 to the crossroads 'Lac bone, filled to the gills on a gravel road How to roll, X and a O make a heavy load Nappy on the track, make ya back