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The Roots - Water lyrics
South Philly, North Side, Oakland, Texas, Georgia Black people, uh Worldwide Na what I'm sayin'? This is for my nigga Dumb and blind They say a record aint nothin if it's not touchin', grippin' draw you in close and make you wanna listen to it and if you real ill at makin' music the listna gonna feel like he living through it that's how my nigga do it I met Slacks back in like ninety-one rappin' we went to Millersville to get away from gun clappin' it aint last, i be in class dreaming 'bout fifty-thousand fans up in the stands screaming out Encore, yo I'm heading back to philly, nigga you rollin with me? I'm tryna get busy We walked dogs that was off the chain, lotta times at the shows people hardly came I just, took it in stride as a part of the game but inside people down with me started to change It was a couple thangs, little syrup, little pills Instead of riding out on the road you'd rather chill I know the way the pleasure feels, I'm not judgin' but still I'm on a mission yo I'm not buggin I got fam that can't stop druggin', they can't sleep they can't stick to one subject and can't eat it's people steady comin at me out in the street like Riq yo what up with ya peeps, it gets deep nigga (Chorus) Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high Son you missing out on what's passin' ya by I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry, but not you and I my nigga, We got to get, c'mon over, over, the water (x2) yo, water (x2) We done been through many meals a couple of deals shared clothes and wheels, killed mics and reels we done rocked shows abroad and slept on floors trying to figure what the fuck we gettin' slept on for or what we walkin with the weapon for weighted by the gravity law, you know it if you came up poor my nigga picture the bus up north you know we made of errething outlaws are made of I'm far from a hata, and I don't say I love you 'cause the way I feel is greater, M-illa you a poet son, you a born creator and this'll probably dawn on you later it's in your nature, lyrics all up on you walls like they made of paper you gotta follow where the talent take ya ya might fuck around and finally make it, and that's real but yo (Chorus) I want ya all to understand I come from South Philly, and when I walk the streets it's like a pharmacy They got all type-a shit anybody can get It go from H to X to loosie cigarettes for my ghetto legend, known for little shiest runnin' cop codine by the quarts and keep comin' and dumbin' just embracing the dope like it's a woman ya burning both sides of the rope and just pullin' and tuggin' in between islam and straight thuggin' layin everyday around the way and doin nothin' see em all shakin' their heads and start shruggin' if they don't got a man like mine they gotta cousin an yo, you better be a true friend to him, before the shit put an end to him or give a pen to him and lock him in the studio with a mic 'cause on the real it might save his life and keep tellin' him |
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