Songs of the NAPPY ROOTS

One Forty – Nappy Roots

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No more wine for me, no more dimes of weed Cuz I’m tryin to see, if my mind can reach The level of the game that we die to

Headz Up – Nappy Roots

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Where yo’ head at? Shawty, where yo’ head at? Show me where yo’ head at Shawty, where yo’ head at? (that’s all I know) Y’all ain’t

Sholiz – Nappy Roots

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Yean know dat? Yo, I snuck a dollar out my momma purse, headed for that juice joint Twenty worth of Colt, 75 to the crossroads ‘Lac bone,

Po’ Folks – Nappy Roots

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Mmmmm, awww.. All my life been po’ But it really don’t matter no mo’ And they wonder why we act this way Nappy Boys gon’ be okay All

Kentucky Mud – Nappy Roots

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Trunk funk and the Cadillac thump, really loud Puff skunk in the back of the junk, get really live Trunk funk and the Cadillac thump, really loud Puff skunk

Blowin’ Trees – Nappy Roots

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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

Ballin’ On A Budget – Nappy Roots

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I’m just a, big bang baller on a budget Dank weed, smokin like “;fuck it”; City slicker, country nigga, reppin straight from Kentucky Horseshoes and rabbit paws flossin, chicken