Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): William Hughes, Ronald Wilson, Vito Tisdale, L Crump, Kenneth Anthony, Brian Scott, Robin Hugh Gibb, Melvin Adams, Barry Gibb
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Nappy RootsNappy Roots Day Lyrics:
[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
homegrown battle tested you gonna love these guys
brought the hood on them guys
the best story told yet bonded against all odds
aint no tearin them apart
swore (?) till death do them in
even in reincarnation they would do it again
[Ron Clutch]
Who would ever thought six different strands
would lock together locked forever
rockin leathery wood told you
chicken and cris go good
with some watermelon albums sellin coast to coast
across the seas gave everything we could
our tears our sweat our blood, cuz
[Chorus]
I am because we are
we are because I am
Everbody say
We are on a holiday
Now throw your hands to the sky
turn up the music just ride
we representin right
we are on a holiday
we are because I am
I am because we are
Hey, its Nappy Roots Day!
we are on a holiday
Now throw your hands to the sky
bounce to the music we ride
we represintin right
We are on a holiday
[B. Stille (R. Prophit)]
Now we stronger than wood, playa
(we tougher than leather)
Us yeaga's hustle together (uh uh
not just for the cheddar)
Look here we trustin each
other (Sayin "um you fuck with
my brother?)
you gotta suffer the reprocutions
we come from the gutter
(white kangol white glass six
stripped suit with the matching)
boots came from the ostrich blowin
smoke out the nostrals
(havin trouble with student loans
we struggle for too long)
but now we can move on put that on my tombstone
(we are because I am aint hard to understand it)
far from a shootin star
(rather play on my planet)
Power respect (demanded)
to us nothing was hand
(play it as loud as you can and
say just how we played it)
[Chorus]
[R. Prophit]
Bring out your kids and just treat em
cotton candy plus freedom
raised by (?) and feed em
sweet as Shirly Temple singin
Clown on the charoselle
Spin on the ferris wheel
Its magic floatin, smokin, take up
a call from Fish Scales
[Fish Scales]
Man, we liven straight
real playas and real estates
weapons we put away
we reachin out with nappy days
[R. Prophit]
Sparklers light up the dark fireworks in the park
[Fish Scales]
Shrimp ala car red wine holly tart
Like soldiers comin home
Watchin after the war is gone
skys raining confetti
singing out the nappy meddle
get rid of felonies
wash em away with melodies
irish to ebonies
haitians to the lebonese
[Skinny Deville]
As I jot down in my note pad some day
considered important to me
the birth of my son the day I signed my
first recording agreement
it was sorta like my soul to the devil
and I was allowing him to keep it
but the true essence of this art
form cant be confined to
temptation and evil
lots of folks on the grind to
this bullshit and my real yeagas
stuck around
so this days a tribute a celebration
I am because we all stay down
Shit, I am gonna keep it Nappy
365 and 7 days a week
we fortunate to make it out that
trap because the forest roots
they runnin deep
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