NAPPY ROOTS "Nappy Roots Day" (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 grits 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 (Chorus till fade)