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One of is fat and loud
second one is and proud
Third drunk and wild
fourth one slip and
one of is just shy
last one is and wise
homegrown tested you gonna love these guys
brought the on them guys
the story told yet bonded against all odds
ain't no tearin them
(?) till death do them in
even in reincarnation would do it again

[Ron
Who would ever thought six strands
would lock together locked
rockin leathery wood told you chicken and cris go
with some watermelon albums sellin coast to
across the gave everything we could
our tears our our blood, 'cause

I am we are
we are I am
say
We are on a

Now your hands to the sky
turn up the just ride
we representin
we are on a

we are I am
I am we are
Hey, its Roots Day!
we are on a

Now your hands to the sky
to the music we ride
we right
We are on a

[B. (R. Prophit)]
Now we stronger wood, playa (we tougher than leather)
Us yeaga's hustle (uh uh not just for the cheddar)
Look here we trustin each other (Sayin "um you with my brother?)
you gotta suffer the reprocutions we from the gutter
(white kangol white glass six suit with the matching)
boots from the ostrich blowin smoke out the nostrals
(havin trouble with loans we struggle for too long)
but now we can move on put on my tombstone
(we are because I am hard to understand it)
far from a shootin (rather play on my planet)
respect (demanded)
to us nothing was
(play it as loud as you can and say how we played it)

[R.
Bring out kids and just treat em
cotton candy freedom
by (?) and feed em
sweet as Shirly singin
Clown on the
Spin on the wheel
Its magic floatin, smokin, take up a call from Fish

[Fish
Man, we straight
real and real estates
we put away
we out with nappy days

[R.
Sparklers up the dark fireworks in the park

[Fish
Shrimp ala car red wine tart
Like comin home
after the war is gone
skys confetti
singing out the meddle
get rid of
wash em away with
irish to
to the lebonese

[Skinny
As I jot in my note pad some day considered important to me
the birth of my son the day I signed my first recording
it was sorta like my soul to the
and I was allowing him to it
but the true essence of this art form can't be to temptation and evil
lots of folks on the grind to this bullshit and my real yeagas stuck
so this a tribute a celebration
I am because we all stay
Shit, I am keep it Nappy 365 and 7 days a week
we fortunate to make it out that trap because the forest roots runnin deep

[Chorus fade]