Nappy Roots

Nappy Roots - Ride lyrics

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[Intro]

Yeah, sometimes you just gotta ride



[Verse 1]

I'm headed to Savannah, the sun rise there

And somethin tellin me that I should be somewhere near

I met somebody daughter, played in her water

The lake was too salty and I'm not Cal Carver

I was born hard in the paint where the stars hang out

Just to find out that what they buy ain't bought

And then I found me, stunt and go the same route

I do this for the love, you can throw the fame out

A tear still a tear, even when I change house

And I am hip-hop, even when I claim south

What'chu think we all look the same, game is bad

Cause now we all fightin for the same damn spot

Go'on, do da "Stanky Leg"

It's better than talkin bout shootin people in the head

I'm headed out to Oakland, the sun lies there

And somethin tellin me that I should be somewhere near

Where we goin?



[Hook]

We got five on gas, gettin nowhere fast

Deep down in the sticks of Georgia (Where do you go)

Big trucks roll through, might blow they horns

They glad cause they goin to Florida (Where do you go)

My neighbors o-c's, and they fightin like hell

I can smell it from across the water (From across the water)

(I waaalk, and where the world do you go)



[Verse 2 - Skinny DeVille]

Ha

Just like you thought it wasn't gon bop

Yup, it's how I know it wasn't gon flop

Sometimes you got to give it all you got

Even though a few folk keep wishin that you stop

But after that, another classic we gon' drop

And I ain't talkin bout no fancy mansion or no yacht

Just a quarter pound of pot on my fourty acre lot

Wit my Caddy coupe and drop, and a Range Rover SPOT

I mean SPORT, sometimes I lose my train of thought

But I'm back again and promise that every track is hot

We gon' hit some traffic headed to the top

So we gon' take another route and simply creep right past the cops

And the haters man, they comin for my spot

But we don't have to talk, come on get it while it's hot

Fresh out the skillet, never feel it or you're not

We gon' verti-cal grille it, watch me sell it on the block



[Hook]

We got five on gas, gettin nowhere fast

Deep down in the sticks of Georgia (Where do you go)

Big trucks roll through, might blow they horns

They glad cause they goin to Florida (Where do you go)

My neighbors o-c's, and they fightin like hell

I can smell it from across the water (From across the water)

(I waaalk, and where the world do you go)



[Verse 3]

The sun don't move, the earth don't stop

The stars do drop, and they house forclose

Cars repoed, business get towed

Probably be a friend and sell the story out the bowl

Then they can't see theyself back in the hood

Can't let they friends know they not doin good

See you lay low, and focus on ya kids

Hope someobody remember somethin that'cha did



[Skinny DeVille]

Yah

And if they did, then you gon' trip

Grind for seven days a week, and then you watch it flip

Legit is wicked clean, thats how it seems that the chips

Gotta dig a little deep, you wanna see about the grit

The grass gets mighty green by the fence

Which side is the question? I'm headed that direction

Knowledge is the weapon, and I use it for protection

If you think I'm really slippin, then run up and learn ya lesson



[Hook]

We got five on gas, gettin nowhere fast

Deep down in the sticks of Georgia (Where do you go)

Big trucks roll through, might blow they horns

They glad cause they goin to Florida (Where do you go)

My neighbors o-c's, and they fightin like hell

I can smell it from across the water (From across the water)

(I waaalk, and where the world do you go)
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