Nappy Roots
Nappy Roots — Start it over
Nappy Roots — Start it over (текст песни)
[Skinny DeVille] Fell in the dump, it’s about a quarter past twelve (twelve) Skinny with the rest of Nappy comin as well (well) Any nigga and his bitch, can come for this (?) Gonna lose it shortly after it, soon as ya put it past her We ’;50 Playaz Deep’; in this bitch, like Drunken Master How long you think them fine days was really gonna last for? We slow and slum, you young and dumb, and clueless to disaster We creepin on ya faster than a buzzard on ya bastards Step - introduce myself, Skinny the country rapper Like hundred spoke, we tighter with that game than Sunday Pastor And the second step; I leave her mesmorized and then I blast her Mind up out the solar system with this country pimpin Plus the third dimension, need to stop look and listen We twenty-inchin to the telly plus we on a mission Skinny bigger fishin, to the well and Moby Dickin Step fo’, lemme show ya how we get to dippin Count ’em [Chorus: R. Prophit] Slide on up and tap her shoulder (what?) Get in her mind and try to mold her (huh?) Back on up, let me show ya (how?) Now start it over Slide on up and tap her shoulder (what?) Get in her mind and try to mold her (huh?) Back on up, now let me show ya (aww awright) I’m ready fo’ her [R. Prophit] I’ma spit it real life for ya, not cuttin no bakin soda Bet a thousand playa, now watch me make my quota This is for the pimps and playaz that practice yoga All it takes is a couple of shots and off with yo’ gut Rollin in the new cotton-toed now scoot over Banana seeds is nice, baby please come closer Really (?) in chemistry Just a fan of MTV, now I guess the hoe en-vy me Dropped my bow, saw her bobbin her head to the beat Ol’ lighty-skinned petite, ol’ seductive freak She’s a bad motherfucker, had ya walkin the bee Girl, where ya change at? Girl it cost to eat I feel ya dawg, Prophit never loved these hoes Never went to buy no clothes at the mall and chose to stay hard Was tryna leave my knees when weak Weavin through two (?), took it out and shot on her mink [Chorus: R. Prophit] [B. Stille] Nappy gon’ do it to ya like it ain’t been done before Hardcore, all fours, on the floor, up against the door