album, Color Changin' Click-clack [Rasaq] Aw suckering-suckatash, who's that coming up on that cash Screens go z-z, when I push a button up on the dash But a weapon up on
so sweet make her wanna lick the sanga so me and weezy gang bang her pullin on my roots i had to hang her, whip her, tallahassee dick her im back on the
Porsche double parked car, Miagi's wax on technique couldn't block ours [S] Like dark scars, my fam stays on my skin beginning to never end there
squeal You get the squakin' up in yo yard with the wood dogg 38 barkin' see yo tounges and the root of evil Thats in the Bible dig and dirt there should
early grave Sacrifice has taken place For the chosen race heh (2) Which part dem gone Which part dek ... There was one they crucified Dead man tell no tales There
I said hell you've gone crazy Ain't nothing? out there but coyotes and Comanches But he headed out anyways as far as he could He'd finally buried his roots
lonely wind blows like it's angry for being there A flat piece of stone in the middle of nowhere The town never grows 'cause nobody can keep their roots
no love for the life In this my motherland They practice strange religions Whose roots are buried in the east Their givin' nothing of their souls While on
And there's a, and there's a And there's a, and there's a, fine line Too late to pray that I'm on it Ya, yeah, yeah, y'all, uh-huh, y'all And there's
hangs on to roots, he's hanging on to roots, he's hanging on to the Root Doc. And the Root Doc pulls him up. And he's stands up on a little ledge. And
you are closer to my son's age than, than you are to mine You played yourself Look, look, the li, the living legends are right there, right over there, go over there
root of all evil Ay yo most people are evil so I'm on the roof shootin at bald eagles Adrenaline, mescaline, ephedrine and apple sauce Aint nowhere to hang
cataract focused on a shaky conscience at best (shaky guest) I've got to make up my mind and try to make up some time I'm hanging on a thread You know
? There are so many things that might have been done, But rooted on this spot in the desire to find solution, There's little to see and feel but the sighing
to be honest Goin over they head 'cause most people Hooked on Ebonics How he work for the police and he gon' slip ya some chronic? Money's the root of
Broke my back and damn near hanged me By the time they let me outta there I was a Stranger to my own damn family Tryin to hold it down on my homeys Like
when everything you plan on come to an end Some light candles, wit Jesus picture on the glass Hangin crosses on they walls or either practice witchcraft
have been so kind to you there's some skills that I have learned to do and I would certainly like to share them with you you're outside hanging wet linen