Nappy Roots - SK8 lyrics

And I don't want nothing, but chicken wangs and collard greens
Call me country, a lot of thangs ain't what it seems
Come and get me, in real life or in my dreams
You can find me, in a white tee and same jeans
Hard like my Levi's, since I was a knee high
Buzzing like a bumble bee, N-A-Double-P-Y
To my roots, strong enough to build a big ole tree house
Niccas in the field, bunch of us they tried to keep out
The story, without guts, ya never see the glory
Speaking metaphorically, I just want the corner seat
At the table, brought a couple chairs, plus the cable
I'm capable, of eating the whole hog
I wouldn't move a log without my road dogs
Headed up the block, but its not a pub crawl
From Kennesaw, and I mean us all
Can get it, fuck it flee the law, find me in yo city
Here kitty kitty, looking all sadity, I'm smiling but really
The devils in the building
Bout to make a killin', did it for the feelin'
Threw some numbers at the powerball
Tried to make a billion

Poof
Here comes the truth
Like Jimmy SnuckaSnucka off the roof
My brother you appear aloof
Jump the bishop take the juice
The proof
Respect is due
Reset the troops
Please get the boost
There's a war going on and you're apart
Unless you're like me and just watching from a far
Drive in theater you watch it from ya car
Preserve what I say I put verses in a jar
Cagney and Lacey
Catch it if they chase me
Gator in the swamp I'm telling you move safely
We don't cancel people we just sit ya down
Got some old heads we just sit you round
Whole new meaning to giving niggas a pound
Bring back 12
I bring back the scale
Plug just told me she'll bring back the bails
I told her I retired I need rap to sell
Fish del Rio
Flow Pelegrino
Fall color dunks matching yellow chinos
Eatin' kare kare I'm lovin' this Philippino
Fuck a money counter I thumb thru every c note
Squads all over Kentucky like I'm Petino
Still at the bar with cheap shots and playin' keno

Misunderstood straight outta the rustic woods
We all made of matter so thus we should
Drink from a chalice it must be blood
Y'all call em growlers we just say jug
Buffalo got a nice set of hooves
Jungle book kid I was raised by wolves
Finna roll up smoke a blunt with Boog
Order peaches and queen don't forget the brown shug
No Avery, so savory
Long chains on, no slavery
The inside of this blazer's paisley
Can't see 'cause my beer goggles is hazy
Thirsty, like a child in a nursery
Just met (acting like it's) our anniversary
Hearts and initials, carved in a birch tree
Now we (official no) Power of attorney
Coozie on my can I'ma drink on my journey
Dead man walkin' like it's weekend at Bernie's
May turn up like the weekend of Derby
Finer by the day I ain't peak in my 30's
...Ending off the year with a Turkey
Started out with black-eyed peas no Fergie
I been getting fried hope the Grease don't burn me
Way beyond so the fake beef don't concern me, Gone