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Roll again Lyrics

Roll again by Nappy Roots  

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Roll again [Intro]
Niggaz was goin crazy with me
It was our first video,
nigga
You know we was gon' come back to the country road
I don't
know...yyyeah
Y'all-y'all ready to roll again?
(Wussup) Lets ride
then
Ah, yup, hit 'em

[Big V]
Way before platinum there was
a place we used to go
and ride for hours at a time on a country
road
Whatever's troublin, you can let it go
I get out of the car and walk
through it, visit the river and talk to it
Simply sayin, "Mr. water, what is
it that you runnin from?"
Asked the bird in the tree, "What is it that you
hummin for?"
Now knowin +Why the Caged Bird Sings+ is wishin to be
free
Reminded myself of life and it's hold on me
Touring, the children,
women, sexual resistance
Religion means so much to me, the church don't see
enough of me
This way, that way, bendin corners tryin to get
away
Sometimes you have to see a storm to appreciate a pretty day
BACK in
the car now, headed for the liquor store
God, what a vivid scene, diggin what
I just seen
Rolled up another one, still in a daze though
Gassed up at the
Mini-Mart, my mind on the country roads

[Chorus 2x - Nappy
Roots]
I just wanna goooo
On the country roads and get blowwwwed
On
the country roads again rolllll
Been on the country roads
again

[Skinny Deville]
Yo, we off in these backwoods
Caddy-hoggin, Nappy dawg, ain't no joke
We glad they robbin, rap imposters,
for they problem no hope
It's cutthroat, we hungry starvin, chargin for the
front do'
You want mo'? We smoke and sparkin, jokers like the blunt
go
Been shovin folk for plenty miles, yes I'm the type to grin and bear
it
The second chance and out the box, I'm back again with 'dro and
spirits
Look at me now, I found a spot, I'm down here by that rollin
river
Grab a rose and took me to a place, au revoir, I'm rollin
scriptures

[Scales]
Man these country roads makin me zone
out
Ridin through all the bullsh*t that poppa would scold 'bout
But soon
as my hustle got good I showed out
Quick to jump I-24, come back with plenty
mo'
By '97 I was smokin perfecto
The chains and the Willie Esco was the
dresscode
We lost our littlest cousin Gwin, a skidrow
Tony Renfrow rest in
peace your kinfolks, I miss y'all

[Chorus]

[B.
Stille]
(Dude what the hell are we doin?)
Back deep on these country
roads blowin, gettin in touch with my mind
No worries just striped lines and
curve-filled signs
When all the events throughout the day, good or bad,
somehow rewind
While I recline, in my Cadillac seats
Hit the trees and
press repeat
and let the melody of these windy roads keep my soul
upbeat
No destination proposed, just ridin these country
roads
..
Listen, this killer's that's willin to catch a court
case
Split your wig apart quicker than the divorce rate
Niggaz show out,
go wild in the corpse cage
Blow out in the news and I don't mean the sports
page
Get drowned in North Lake, could get found in horse cave
Fool, get
down, the boy's crazy!
Lil' Stille's with ambition, itchin to fill my
position
Replace me, but by the Lord's grace still existin
Should be in
depression Latrill is missin, cousins in prison
Heard Little Ricky was
snitchin, now he's a born-again Christian
Always had my suspicions, our teens
with bad addictions
Family members gone overseas on a mission, we miss
'em
See you can travel straight through two different coasts
State to
state, navigate this beautiful globe
in search of a plate full of food for
the soul
I could taste it when the smoke hit my nose
on a place called
country roads

[Chorus with ad-libs at the end]



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