Roots - Water Lyrics
South Philly, North Side, Oakland, Texas, GeorgiaBlack people, uhWorldwideNa what I'm sayin'?This is for my niggaDumb and blindThey say a record aint nothin if it's not touchin', grippin'draw you in close and make you wanna listen to itand if you real ill at makin' musicthe listna gonna feel like he living through itthat's how my nigga do itI 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 standsscreaming outEncore, yo I'm heading back to philly, nigga you rollin with me?I'm tryna get busyWe walked dogs that was off the chain, lotta times at the shows people hardlycameI just, took it in stride as a part of the game but insidepeople down with me started to changeIt was a couple thangs, little syrup, little pillsInstead of riding out on the road you'd rather chillI know the way the pleasure feels, I'm not judgin'but still I'm on a mission yo I'm not bugginI got fam that can't stop druggin', they can't sleepthey can't stick to one subject and can't eatit's people steady comin at me out in the streetlike Riq yo what up with ya peeps, it gets deep nigga(Chorus)Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya highSon you missing out on what's passin' ya byI 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 dealsshared clothes and wheels, killed mics and reelswe done rocked shows abroad and slept on floorstrying to figure what the ***** we gettin' slept on foror what we walkin with the weapon forweighted by the gravity law, you know it if you came up poor my niggapicture the bus up northyou know we made of errething outlaws are made ofI'm far from a hata, and I don't say I love you 'cause the way I feel isgreater,M-illa you a poet son, you a born creatorand this'll probably dawn on you laterit's in your nature, lyrics all up on you walls like they made of paperyou gotta follow where the talent take yaya might ***** 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 pharmacyThey got all type-a shit anybody can getIt go from H to X to loosie cigarettesfor 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 womanya 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 cousinan yo, you better be a true friend to him, before the shit put an end to himor give a pen to himand lock him in the studio with a mic'cause on the real it might save his lifeand keep tellin' him
