Blowin' Trees Lyrics

Yes sir...
Nappy Roots...
Well.. I gotta go..
Aww.. Alright..

[are. Prophit]
I find myself up in the sky again, fly-in
So sincere, my dear, when I leave I cry within
It's lonesome here, canyon painting oh so clear
Represent the slums, Nappy tourin' most of the year (Nappy Roots!)
Shouts out to Aaliyah, lived a legendary career
On my wall I gotcha picture, God's right witcha
It's all on us, Nappy Boys 'In God We Trust'
Regardless what, this ya boy are. Prophit whassup?!

[Hook: Big V]
Nappy head and all, is the life for me
Grand Marnier and we blowin trees
This is the life God chose for me, chose for me
Nappy head and all, is the life for me
Grand Marnier and we blowin trees
This is the life God chose for me, chose for me, chose for me

[Ron Clutch]
I left my afro comb at home, gave my favorite brush away
Went from baldheaded to all-dreaded, to just enough to braid
It could be my lucky day, nabbin' shorties off the stage
Like I'm frontin, cuttin somethin.. With my trusty blade.

[Scales]
Let that man speak, step up - grab on 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'd trade it all for a pimp hat
Big body hog, new rag-top, pitch black

[Big V talking]
Being average is ok, 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...

[Hook:]

[B stille]
I'm in the '81 'Lac Seville, glassed in Limo tint, but see we ridin it like it's a Benz
Live somethin' like A pimp(Puff somethin like a pimp!)
I'm cuttin corners most players won't attempt

[Skinny Deville]
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

[B stille]
Glad we hit (Hey!) southern people be catchin the spirit
My love is in the slums and the people that's near it
They love me dawg, do anything for me dawg
Make a livin outta whattchu call ugly dawg!

[Skinny Deville]
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 fo's--Observe what we bout to do!

[Hook:]

*Music fades out*