Roots - Without A Doubt Lyrics
Hey, hey, hey heyHey, yes, yes iCmon, cmon uh, uh.. uh[lady b] another one of those saturday nights yallYo yall, take heedYeah, check it out, cmonYoure now rockin with the best.. uh[lady b] without a doubt, take heed yallCmon, yeah, uhUh, yo, about to give you what you need yall[lady b] without a doubt[black thought]Check it out now, its the type cerebralWorld renowned, illustrious, ille-galMy musical affection, bubblin within your zoneLike champagne, known as the fifth campaignThought be doin his damn thangBent like, a boomerang, tryin to maintainIm both yin and yang from mi kan langWhat your lady gettin me up? Im never answeringLet her miss me, see me then she off tryin to kiss meTalkin bout, I dig you tariq, the way you twist meMeanwhile, she comin home tipsy, all grinninAnd what you used to fit em before, you now swimminJust take a dive p-5 deep, the team winninTakin hip-hop back to, the beginninCause mcs are pretendin, I slap your soundOut the sky like Im goaltendin, bring your careerTo an endin, enter the next era trascendin for realKnahmsayin? if not, then man listenFor you to try to ***** with the fifth, thats ambitionI let yall know the time indeed, yall need toTake heed yall[lady b] get a little p-5-d yallStraight from the town of phil-ly yallBut we about to give you what you need yallWithout a doubt[lady b] take heed yall, get a little p-5-d yallStraight from the town of phil-ly yallBut we about to give you what you need yallWithout a doubt[black thought]Yo, I control the stadium like the law long armWarn, ring the alarm, cause here the roots comeThe funks all ready for whoever want someYour album get split like, a lump sumNo doubt, under this influencin of outcomeMillenium spaceship, totally wastedSchoolly d classic, though I vocally laced itTaste this swerve on a regular basisServin yall whatever the place isBlowin conniseur quality in my competitors facesThis is without doubt, your lady pass outThis illa-fifth twilight zone, you ass outShout, to my brothers on back routeWhippin the short thats smacked out, dig itStrump this in your casette deck, hip-hop has not left yetI sent a verse in the mail like, a death threatThe critically acclaimed composer, stand overWhichever mute miniscule mic holderYou never knew the real before, yo I show yaYou need to make your thoughts more sober, think it over[lady b] take heed yall, get a little p-5-d yallStraight from the town of phil-ly yallBut we about to give you what you need yallWithout a doubt (repeat 4x)
