Blowin' Trees (Napdonalds Skit)

Yes sir...

Nappy Roots...

Well.. I gotta go..

Aww.. alright..

I find myself up in the sky again, fly-in

So sincere, my dear, when I leave I cry within

It's lonesome here, candy painted oh so clear

Represent the slums, Nappy through most of the year (Nappy Roots!)

Shouts out to Aaliyah, live the life and very career

On my wall I gotcha picture, God pray witcha

It's all on us, Nappy Boys 'In God We Trust'

Regardless what, this ya boy R. Prophit whassup?!

Nappy head and all, is the life for me

Grand Marnier and we blowin trees

This is the life God chose for me, chose for me

Nappy head and all, is the life for me

Grand Marnier and we blowin trees

This is the life God chose for me, chose for me, chose for me

I lent my apple comb to homes, gave my favorite brush away

Went from baldheaded to all-dreaded, to just enough to braid

It could be my lucky day, Nappy shirted up the shades

Think I'm frontin, I'm cuttin somethin.. with my trucks and blades

Let that man speak, step up - grab all my meat

Greet you with my balls and my word in every handshake

You damn straight, you worthless queer, price this landscape

Awake, to a plate - of a homemade pancake

Used to picture myself at the NFL Draft

I just couldn't remove the lens cap

But I still kept my mouthpiece and my chinstrap

I dread it all for a pimp hat

Big body hog, new rag-top, pitch black

Being average is ok, being different is alright

Long as you stay in your means

Then you know you keepin it real with yo'self

And that's Nappy right there...

I'm in the '81 'Lac Seville, but got spend

Limo tint, but see we ridin it like it's a Benz

Clamp somethin like a clam (Puff somethin like a pimp)

I'm cuttin corners most players won't attempt

Skinny slum type, betcha bottom dollar that's fa sure

Nappy gonna be alright, through ups and downs and back and fer'

What the hell ya talkin bout? How much it cost to floss and ball

We did it on a budget, rep the country till we fall

Playa we in (Nappy!) enter this biz

My love is in the slums and the people that's near

They love me dawg, do anything for me dawg

Make a livin outta whattchu call ugly dawg!

With nothin left to lose, we get it in

But Nappy Roots done paid the dues

Hustlin, backwards-ass **** this one here's for you

You in the way, get out the game

We comin through, with shit to prove

Ain't nan thing you can tell me 'fore observin what we bout to do

*music fades out*