Beads & Braids - Nappy Roots

Yeah, oh yes

I’m coming on a black on black charger

Flawless to perfection

My selection never harder

Nappy til' I die

Still keep it sharper than a barber

Fresher than a marker

That wrote the verse you quote

Excuse me sir., I beg your pardon

Niggas out here starving

Hungry for the chance

Any opportunity you got

Just to stay advanced

On the latest greatest fashion

Whatever floats your boat

Throw buy a mansion

And yes, I ain’t no joke

We are the realest that you witness

It’s been a long time

Long story short

The music business tried to

Pimp us, tried to kill us

Tried to break a nigga spirit to no avail

Now you hear us and we are back for the third

Motherfucker record deal

No more slave to the rhythm

Never stitching' never

Yes, I burnt a couple bridges

But the bridges wasn’t real

They were faker than the haters

In my grill sayin' chill

If I was you I would probably do the same thing

So, I say ey, ey ey ey

Tighter than beads and braids

Motherfuck' what you say

So, I say ey, ey ey ey

Tighter than beads and braids

Motherfuck' what you say

They say:

Gap look so fool

Man, Nappy Roots, man they are so cool

I while ago I met you, had the city booked too

And the shows were wooing

What ya’ll been doing?

I thought ya’ll broke up

Wha' shu gonn' rap about?

Why you say south

And leave Nappy Roots out?

Are you still country?

What’s it like in Kentucky?

Why ya’ll niggas don’t rap about money?

I heard

But jazzy won’t help ya’ll

If I had my brain right

You know I would help out

Keys to the city

Solos on the way

Know we are doing real estate

More bread to break

Last deal we was cool

Now we’re at a better place

And a better residence

Stuffin' a bigger saint

Think what you gotta think

Say what you gotta say

Nappy Roots forever

Man!

That’s a horse

Yeah!

So, I say ey, ey ey ey

Tighter than beads and braids

Motherfuck' what you say

Be still

My hair nappy

Keep a sharp line

And don’t stay pressed up

Yup, fresh as money off an

Cash, and designer cloth

Cash, and grind them hoe

Ya’ll just started

We’ve been in the game a long time ago

Spent three years locked up

In the studio

In my brain mining gold

In my lane down the road

Hanging like a loose tooth

Banging since ‘94

Riding by slow

Throw the news news

Ey yo, why they signed ‘em for?

Play them something I don’t know

Neighborhood of six zeros

Five heroes

Who came out from the bottom floor (nappy)

Now we are in a penthouse

Residing in the big house

Looking pass some haters and they can’t say shit now

You ain’t got to buy no chain

To let your diamond show

Do your thang and dig

And do it big like a dinosaur

People always got something wrong to say

I see ‘em tell ‘em shut up

We got our own house today

So, I say ey, ey ey ey

Tighter than beads and braids

Motherfuck' what you say

So, I say ey, ey ey ey

Tighter than beads and braids

Motherfuck' what you say