Blowin' Trees Lyrics
| Song | Blowin' Trees |
| Artist | Nappy Roots |
| Album | Watermelon, Chicken and Gritz |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Adams, Anthony, Chambers ... | |
| Yes sir... | |
| Nappy Roots... | |
| Well.. I gotta go.. | |
| Aww.. alright.. [R. 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, candy painted oh so clear | |
| Represent the slums, | |
| Nappy through most of the year (Nappy Roots!) | |
| Shouts out to | |
| Aaliyah, lived a legendary career | |
| On my wall | |
| I gotcha picture, | |
| God pray with you | |
| It's all on us, | |
| Nappy Boys ' | |
| In God We | |
| Trust' Regardless what, this ya boy | |
| R. Prophit what's up?! [Hook: Big V] | |
| Nappy head and all, is the life for me | |
| Grand Marnier and we blowing trees | |
| This is the life | |
| God chose for me, chose for me | |
| Nappy head and all, is the life for me | |
| Grab my yea and we blowing trees | |
| This is the life | |
| God chose for me, chose for me, chose for me [Ron Clutch] | |
| I love my applecorn home, gave my favorite brush away | |
| Went from baldheaded to all-dreaded, to just enough to braid | |
| It could be my lucky day, | |
| Nappy shirted up the shades | |
| Think I'm fronting, | |
| I'm cuttin somethin.. with my trucks and blades [Scales] | |
| Let that man speak, step up - grab all 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 [Ron Clutch] | |
| I dread 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 keeping it real with yourself | |
| And that's | |
| Nappy right there... [Hook] [B. Stille] | |
| I'm in the '81 ' | |
| Lac Seville, but got spend | |
| Limo tint, but see we riding it like it's a | |
| Benz Clamp somethin like a (?) (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 talking bout? | |
| How much it cost to floss and ball | |
| We did it on a budget, rep the country till we fall [B. Stille] | |
| Player we in (Nappy!) enter this biz | |
| My love is in the slums and the people that's near | |
| They love me dawg, do anything for me dawg | |
| Make a living outta what you call ugly dawg! [Skinny DeVille] | |
| With nothing left to lose, we get it in, but | |
| Nappy Roots done paid the dues | |
| Hustling, backwards-ass nigga this one here's for you | |
| You in the way, get out the game | |
| We coming through, with shit to prove | |
| Ain't nan thing you can tell me 'fore observing what we bout to do [Hook] [music fades out] |
| zuo qu : Adams, Anthony, Chambers ... | |
| Yes sir... | |
| Nappy Roots... | |
| Well.. I gotta go.. | |
| Aww.. alright.. R. Prophit | |
| I find myself up in the sky again, flyin | |
| So sincere, my dear, when | |
| I leave I cry within | |
| It' s lonesome here, candy painted oh so clear | |
| Represent the slums, | |
| Nappy through most of the year Nappy Roots! | |
| Shouts out to | |
| Aaliyah, lived a legendary career | |
| On my wall | |
| I gotcha picture, | |
| God pray with you | |
| It' s all on us, | |
| Nappy Boys ' | |
| In God We | |
| Trust' Regardless what, this ya boy | |
| R. Prophit what' s up?! Hook: Big V | |
| Nappy head and all, is the life for me | |
| Grand Marnier and we blowing trees | |
| This is the life | |
| God chose for me, chose for me | |
| Nappy head and all, is the life for me | |
| Grab my yea and we blowing trees | |
| This is the life | |
| God chose for me, chose for me, chose for me Ron Clutch | |
| I love my applecorn home, gave my favorite brush away | |
| Went from baldheaded to alldreaded, to just enough to braid | |
| It could be my lucky day, | |
| Nappy shirted up the shades | |
| Think I' m fronting, | |
| I' m cuttin somethin.. with my trucks and blades Scales | |
| Let that man speak, step up grab all 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 Ron Clutch | |
| I dread it all for a pimp hat | |
| Big body hog, new ragtop, pitch black Big V talking | |
| Being average is | |
| OK, being different is alright | |
| Long as you stay in your means | |
| Then you know you keeping it real with yourself | |
| And that' s | |
| Nappy right there... Hook B. Stille | |
| I' m in the ' 81 ' | |
| Lac Seville, but got spend | |
| Limo tint, but see we riding it like it' s a | |
| Benz Clamp somethin like a ? 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 talking bout? | |
| How much it cost to floss and ball | |
| We did it on a budget, rep the country till we fall B. Stille | |
| Player we in Nappy! enter this biz | |
| My love is in the slums and the people that' s near | |
| They love me dawg, do anything for me dawg | |
| Make a living outta what you call ugly dawg! Skinny DeVille | |
| With nothing left to lose, we get it in, but | |
| Nappy Roots done paid the dues | |
| Hustling, backwardsass nigga this one here' s for you | |
| You in the way, get out the game | |
| We coming through, with shit to prove | |
| Ain' t nan thing you can tell me ' fore observing what we bout to do Hook music fades out |
| zuò qǔ : Adams, Anthony, Chambers ... | |
| Yes sir... | |
| Nappy Roots... | |
| Well.. I gotta go.. | |
| Aww.. alright.. R. Prophit | |
| I find myself up in the sky again, flyin | |
| So sincere, my dear, when | |
| I leave I cry within | |
| It' s lonesome here, candy painted oh so clear | |
| Represent the slums, | |
| Nappy through most of the year Nappy Roots! | |
| Shouts out to | |
| Aaliyah, lived a legendary career | |
| On my wall | |
| I gotcha picture, | |
| God pray with you | |
| It' s all on us, | |
| Nappy Boys ' | |
| In God We | |
| Trust' Regardless what, this ya boy | |
| R. Prophit what' s up?! Hook: Big V | |
| Nappy head and all, is the life for me | |
| Grand Marnier and we blowing trees | |
| This is the life | |
| God chose for me, chose for me | |
| Nappy head and all, is the life for me | |
| Grab my yea and we blowing trees | |
| This is the life | |
| God chose for me, chose for me, chose for me Ron Clutch | |
| I love my applecorn home, gave my favorite brush away | |
| Went from baldheaded to alldreaded, to just enough to braid | |
| It could be my lucky day, | |
| Nappy shirted up the shades | |
| Think I' m fronting, | |
| I' m cuttin somethin.. with my trucks and blades Scales | |
| Let that man speak, step up grab all 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 Ron Clutch | |
| I dread it all for a pimp hat | |
| Big body hog, new ragtop, pitch black Big V talking | |
| Being average is | |
| OK, being different is alright | |
| Long as you stay in your means | |
| Then you know you keeping it real with yourself | |
| And that' s | |
| Nappy right there... Hook B. Stille | |
| I' m in the ' 81 ' | |
| Lac Seville, but got spend | |
| Limo tint, but see we riding it like it' s a | |
| Benz Clamp somethin like a ? 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 talking bout? | |
| How much it cost to floss and ball | |
| We did it on a budget, rep the country till we fall B. Stille | |
| Player we in Nappy! enter this biz | |
| My love is in the slums and the people that' s near | |
| They love me dawg, do anything for me dawg | |
| Make a living outta what you call ugly dawg! Skinny DeVille | |
| With nothing left to lose, we get it in, but | |
| Nappy Roots done paid the dues | |
| Hustling, backwardsass nigga this one here' s for you | |
| You in the way, get out the game | |
| We coming through, with shit to prove | |
| Ain' t nan thing you can tell me ' fore observing what we bout to do Hook music fades out |
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