Beads & Braids Lyrics
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?
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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
