Nappy Roots - One Forty Lyrics
Ron Clutch]No more wine for me, no more dimes of weedCuz I'm tryin to see, if my mind can reachThe level of the game that we die to seeI'm talkin bout naturally where ya mind is freeSee I'm a dying breed, a country-fried emceeI used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheeseSee it was bound to be, when there's mouths to feedand there's bills to pay, somethin gotta give wayThe way I feel today, I could care lessCuz my mind is made, yeah my hair's a messI don't bother to shave, I walk around bare chestlike a candy face, like I'm wearin a vestI dare ya to test, I push a hundred-five repsShowin off my pecs, triceps and bicepsI'm all for the cause, ready to die nextI'm all for the cause, ready to die next..[Chorus]We don't even talk about it we live it, we live it(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life)And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?)(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life)[Chorus Part 2 - 2X](This life?) - it's mine(It's yours?) - it's mine(That's right) - it's mine(That's yours) - this mine[B. Stille]Now ah, when I was a, young manThere was a couple of things poppa put in my headNever; sit down when ya need to standNever; drink down all ya dreams and plansPoppa, what's that inside ya glass?"Don't do as I do boy, do as I ask"See ah - do it right if ya gon' do it that fastand - don't do it if ya gon' do it half-assedWell, since then I been an over-achieverSmoker and drinker, only I would opened my blinkersAnd I'm broke, so I guess I gotta choke on my fingerCuz I need to come up, ah I'm just a dreamerA hustle schemer, these cops be corrupt like Rupp ArenaTry an bust my weiner, with these court subpeonas - petty misdemeanors"Boy you ain't worth..." like student like teacher[Chorus][Chorus Pt. 2 - 2X][Skinny DeVille]Same jeans in the spring that I strut in the fallNo comb, no fade, no nothin at allI'll give a finger for the haters and one for the lawSounds fine, Nappy Roots; a little somethin for y'allGet a dutch, jump the gultch, then stuff it with strawGet higher than a mother*****er, deep in the callHit the liquor sto', makin mo', fifth and I pauseGet love tryna cut, got ya dick and ballsAwww, hell naw then broads at the wallBig pimpin on a budget, tryna make it the mallThank the Lord, for just livin, makin the most'Scuse me, anybody got change I can borrow?Dime? Caught a penny tryna get to the mallWanna buy me some ice too, slip it and fallOops silly me, big nuts and they goneDidn't see that shit comin like a truck in the fall[Chorus][Chorus Pt. 2 - 2X][R. Prophit]Lemme hear ya say...Nappy Roots see ya dawg, all my yeagaz...It's that life B, gotta make that choice...It's all on you...Lemme hear ya say...Lemme hear ya say...Lemme hear ya say
