Roll Again lyrics

Artist  : Nappy Roots 
Song : Roll Again



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 [Intro]

Niggaz was goin crazy with me

It was our first video, nigga

You know we was gon' come back to the country
road

I don't know...yyyeah

Y'all-y'all ready to roll again?

(Wussup) Lets ride then

Ah, yup, hit 'em



[Big V]

Way before platinum there was a place we used to
go

and ride for hours at a time on a country
road

Whatever's troublin, you can let it go

I get out of the car and walk through it, visit
the river and talk to it

Simply sayin, "Mr. water, what is it that you
runnin from?"

Asked the bird in the tree, "What is it that you
hummin for?"

Now knowin +Why the Caged Bird Sings+ is wishin
to be free

Reminded myself of life and it's hold on me

Touring, the children, women, sexual
resistance

Religion means so much to me, the church don't
see enough of me

This way, that way, bendin corners tryin to get
away

Sometimes you have to see a storm to appreciate a
pretty day

BACK in the car now, headed for the liquor
store

God, what a vivid scene, diggin what I just
seen

Rolled up another one, still in a daze
though

Gassed up at the Mini-Mart, my mind on the
country roads



[Chorus 2x - Nappy Roots]

I just wanna goooo

On the country roads and get blowwwwed

On the country roads again rolllll

Been on the country roads again



[Skinny Deville]

Yo, we off in these backwoods Caddy-hoggin, Nappy
dawg, ain't no joke

We glad they robbin, rap imposters, for they
problem no hope

It's cutthroat, we hungry starvin, chargin for
the front do'

You want mo'? We smoke and sparkin, jokers like
the blunt go

Been shovin folk for plenty miles, yes I'm the
type to grin and bear it

The second chance and out the box, I'm back again
with 'dro and spirits

Look at me now, I found a spot, I'm down here by
that rollin river

Grab a rose and took me to a place, au revoir,
I'm rollin scriptures



[Scales]

Man these country roads makin me zone out

Ridin through all the bullshit that poppa would
scold 'bout

But soon as my hustle got good I showed out

Quick to jump I-24, come back with plenty
mo'

By '97 I was smokin perfecto

The chains and the Willie Esco was the
dresscode

We lost our littlest cousin Gwin, a skidrow

Tony Renfrow rest in peace your kinfolks, I miss
y'all



[Chorus]



[B. Stille]

(Dude what the hell are we doin?)

Back deep on these country roads blowin, gettin
in touch with my mind

No worries just striped lines and curve-filled
signs

When all the events throughout the day, good or
bad, somehow rewind

While I recline, in my Cadillac seats

Hit the trees and press repeat

and let the melody of these windy roads keep my
soul upbeat

No destination proposed, just ridin these country
roads

..

Listen, this killer's that's willin to catch a
court case

Split your wig apart quicker than the divorce
rate

Niggaz show out, go wild in the corpse cage

Blow out in the news and I don't mean the sports
page

Get drowned in North Lake, could get found in
horse cave

Fool, get down, the boy's crazy!

Lil' Stille's with ambition, itchin to fill my
position

Replace me, but by the Lord's grace still
existin

Should be in depression Latrill is missin,
cousins in prison

Heard Little Ricky was snitchin, now he's a
born-again Christian

Always had my suspicions, our teens with bad
addictions

Family members gone overseas on a mission, we
miss 'em

See you can travel straight through two different
coasts

State to state, navigate this beautiful
globe

in search of a plate full of food for the
soul

I could taste it when the smoke hit my nose

on a place called country roads



[Chorus with ad-libs at the end]