Song | Good Music |
Artist | The Roots |
Album | Home Grown! The Beginner's Guide to Understanding the Roots, Vol. 1 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Peace to all the hip cats, all the nappy sweets | |
This is the brother ?uestion, broadcasting live | |
Via satellite, from the never never tunnels | |
Now dig.. the rituals for today, is good music | |
So sit back, relax.. and dig the groove | |
[black thought] | |
Yo bust it, i digs hip-hop, and rocks for hip-hop | |
Not r&b because to me that's not my style and | |
The r-double-o-quotes ain't for radio, but major soul | |
The ones that's hip won't change the dial and | |
I remember one morning at the soul shack, coolin | |
In the outback, on the songwritin ship | |
Blizz a five, off a bob marley spliff | |
On the cloud i be relaxin from last night and shit | |
In studio today but hey brother ?uestion | |
Was on the westside asleep without a clue when | |
I hollered down to crumbs to pick up the phone | |
And tell him to get ready (?uestion, what ya doin?) | |
(ain't no thing) yeah, | |
Buttered chicken wings, so i met him in the west | |
Where we had to 'lax and wait for rubber band and bes' | |
Bassey broke down on the other side of town | |
Yo you know what it's about, the roots is out | |
To the subway | |
Does anybody like good music? | |
Sweet music, soul music? | |
You know the roots is a group that'll choose it | |
Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah | |
* repeat 2x except 'yeah' * | |
[black thought] | |
From the subway to the studio | |
Gots to break fast if we wanna get, to the bus | |
Runnin like a mex for the border | |
(umm, yo, oh umm, was it a bunch of yas?) | |
Nah, just the four of us | |
Nuff nappy sweets on the transit, two fine | |
(three fine) fo' five mo' fine, uhh! | |
A girl says, "hey ain't y'all the square roots?" | |
And i'm like, "heh, worrrd," | |
And then the shorty passed the sign | |
Now we got to make out exit (where?) | |
To the pavement (to what?) crushin trail mix | |
(oh word man, yo look out) say what? (look out!) | |
?uestion dropped a whole bag of drumsticks | |
(ain't no thing) but a chicken wing, so | |
He bends down to pick up the sticks | |
And his pants fall down (dang!) | |
In my face, ?uestion didn't frown, turned around | |
And thought he felt a draft, so i laughed | |
(hahahahahah!) | |
Does anybody like good music? | |
Sweet music, soul music? | |
You know the roots is a group that'll choose it | |
Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah | |
* repeat 2x except 'yeah' * | |
[kid crumbs] | |
Here comes the crumbs, from the chums of the p.o. | |
Sprouted from the roots and i was added to the trio | |
Now i'm cahoots and got a reason for my ego | |
In the words of, los lobos, ad-ios, a-migo | |
[black thought] | |
At the rat cave, mic i'm hand, i'm flowin | |
Tellin ?uestion, to keep it, goin | |
What i'm doin, i'm not really knowin | |
But umm, to me see it sounds oh-and-kay'n (it sounds ok) | |
Layin, to the sounds playin | |
Umm, hi to hoe and, yeah, hey to hay'n (uh-huh) | |
Trippin, i'm tryin, not to laugh, bust it | |
It's the last paragraph, and i'm done half | |
But ?uestion's jokin, and i'm like hopin | |
That nobody comes in and opens, the door... | |
(ah man, what is up with you man? | |
I'm leavin, what why you scratchin your face like that man? | |
Look ugly, self-righteous, do-gooder) | |
Does anybody like good music? | |
Sweet music, soul music? | |
You know the roots is a group that'll choose it | |
Just to use it, to make you move it | |
* repeat 2x except * |
Peace to all the hip cats, all the nappy sweets | |
This is the brother ? uestion, broadcasting live | |
Via satellite, from the never never tunnels | |
Now dig.. the rituals for today, is good music | |
So sit back, relax.. and dig the groove | |
black thought | |
Yo bust it, i digs hiphop, and rocks for hiphop | |
Not r b because to me that' s not my style and | |
The rdoubleoquotes ain' t for radio, but major soul | |
The ones that' s hip won' t change the dial and | |
I remember one morning at the soul shack, coolin | |
In the outback, on the songwritin ship | |
Blizz a five, off a bob marley spliff | |
On the cloud i be relaxin from last night and shit | |
In studio today but hey brother ? uestion | |
Was on the westside asleep without a clue when | |
I hollered down to crumbs to pick up the phone | |
And tell him to get ready ? uestion, what ya doin? | |
ain' t no thing yeah, | |
Buttered chicken wings, so i met him in the west | |
Where we had to ' lax and wait for rubber band and bes' | |
Bassey broke down on the other side of town | |
Yo you know what it' s about, the roots is out | |
To the subway | |
Does anybody like good music? | |
Sweet music, soul music? | |
You know the roots is a group that' ll choose it | |
Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah | |
repeat 2x except ' yeah' | |
black thought | |
From the subway to the studio | |
Gots to break fast if we wanna get, to the bus | |
Runnin like a mex for the border | |
umm, yo, oh umm, was it a bunch of yas? | |
Nah, just the four of us | |
Nuff nappy sweets on the transit, two fine | |
three fine fo' five mo' fine, uhh! | |
A girl says, " hey ain' t y' all the square roots?" | |
And i' m like, " heh, worrrd," | |
And then the shorty passed the sign | |
Now we got to make out exit where? | |
To the pavement to what? crushin trail mix | |
oh word man, yo look out say what? look out! | |
? uestion dropped a whole bag of drumsticks | |
ain' t no thing but a chicken wing, so | |
He bends down to pick up the sticks | |
And his pants fall down dang! | |
In my face, ? uestion didn' t frown, turned around | |
And thought he felt a draft, so i laughed | |
hahahahahah! | |
Does anybody like good music? | |
Sweet music, soul music? | |
You know the roots is a group that' ll choose it | |
Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah | |
repeat 2x except ' yeah' | |
kid crumbs | |
Here comes the crumbs, from the chums of the p. o. | |
Sprouted from the roots and i was added to the trio | |
Now i' m cahoots and got a reason for my ego | |
In the words of, los lobos, adios, amigo | |
black thought | |
At the rat cave, mic i' m hand, i' m flowin | |
Tellin ? uestion, to keep it, goin | |
What i' m doin, i' m not really knowin | |
But umm, to me see it sounds ohandkay' n it sounds ok | |
Layin, to the sounds playin | |
Umm, hi to hoe and, yeah, hey to hay' n uhhuh | |
Trippin, i' m tryin, not to laugh, bust it | |
It' s the last paragraph, and i' m done half | |
But ? uestion' s jokin, and i' m like hopin | |
That nobody comes in and opens, the door... | |
ah man, what is up with you man? | |
I' m leavin, what why you scratchin your face like that man? | |
Look ugly, selfrighteous, dogooder | |
Does anybody like good music? | |
Sweet music, soul music? | |
You know the roots is a group that' ll choose it | |
Just to use it, to make you move it | |
repeat 2x except |
Peace to all the hip cats, all the nappy sweets | |
This is the brother ? uestion, broadcasting live | |
Via satellite, from the never never tunnels | |
Now dig.. the rituals for today, is good music | |
So sit back, relax.. and dig the groove | |
black thought | |
Yo bust it, i digs hiphop, and rocks for hiphop | |
Not r b because to me that' s not my style and | |
The rdoubleoquotes ain' t for radio, but major soul | |
The ones that' s hip won' t change the dial and | |
I remember one morning at the soul shack, coolin | |
In the outback, on the songwritin ship | |
Blizz a five, off a bob marley spliff | |
On the cloud i be relaxin from last night and shit | |
In studio today but hey brother ? uestion | |
Was on the westside asleep without a clue when | |
I hollered down to crumbs to pick up the phone | |
And tell him to get ready ? uestion, what ya doin? | |
ain' t no thing yeah, | |
Buttered chicken wings, so i met him in the west | |
Where we had to ' lax and wait for rubber band and bes' | |
Bassey broke down on the other side of town | |
Yo you know what it' s about, the roots is out | |
To the subway | |
Does anybody like good music? | |
Sweet music, soul music? | |
You know the roots is a group that' ll choose it | |
Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah | |
repeat 2x except ' yeah' | |
black thought | |
From the subway to the studio | |
Gots to break fast if we wanna get, to the bus | |
Runnin like a mex for the border | |
umm, yo, oh umm, was it a bunch of yas? | |
Nah, just the four of us | |
Nuff nappy sweets on the transit, two fine | |
three fine fo' five mo' fine, uhh! | |
A girl says, " hey ain' t y' all the square roots?" | |
And i' m like, " heh, worrrd," | |
And then the shorty passed the sign | |
Now we got to make out exit where? | |
To the pavement to what? crushin trail mix | |
oh word man, yo look out say what? look out! | |
? uestion dropped a whole bag of drumsticks | |
ain' t no thing but a chicken wing, so | |
He bends down to pick up the sticks | |
And his pants fall down dang! | |
In my face, ? uestion didn' t frown, turned around | |
And thought he felt a draft, so i laughed | |
hahahahahah! | |
Does anybody like good music? | |
Sweet music, soul music? | |
You know the roots is a group that' ll choose it | |
Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah | |
repeat 2x except ' yeah' | |
kid crumbs | |
Here comes the crumbs, from the chums of the p. o. | |
Sprouted from the roots and i was added to the trio | |
Now i' m cahoots and got a reason for my ego | |
In the words of, los lobos, adios, amigo | |
black thought | |
At the rat cave, mic i' m hand, i' m flowin | |
Tellin ? uestion, to keep it, goin | |
What i' m doin, i' m not really knowin | |
But umm, to me see it sounds ohandkay' n it sounds ok | |
Layin, to the sounds playin | |
Umm, hi to hoe and, yeah, hey to hay' n uhhuh | |
Trippin, i' m tryin, not to laugh, bust it | |
It' s the last paragraph, and i' m done half | |
But ? uestion' s jokin, and i' m like hopin | |
That nobody comes in and opens, the door... | |
ah man, what is up with you man? | |
I' m leavin, what why you scratchin your face like that man? | |
Look ugly, selfrighteous, dogooder | |
Does anybody like good music? | |
Sweet music, soul music? | |
You know the roots is a group that' ll choose it | |
Just to use it, to make you move it | |
repeat 2x except |