Melting Pot

Album cover art for "Melting Pot" by Nappy Roots

Nappy Roots - Rap

Melting Pot

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Duration: 3:18

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Yo, I found a message in my red stripe It said "whoever reads this better live they fucking life" I took a sip, shook my head and said "they fucking right" And now I live it to the fullest, yeah I'm outta sight Out of my mind, on my grind each and every night If you can see me now you probably have that hater frown With your hater friends, hating when we hit your town Smoking with the baddest bitches loving how we put it down Breakfast club, double whopper, have some coke and smile Whatever gets the party poppin', give an inch I take a mile Some pimpin' shit, if you see a ho I turn her out Add her to the roster, this ain't 'bout no steak and lobster I'm a motherfucking monster smoking chronic like a rasta... -fari I'm so sorry you mistake me for a mobster Because of the Ferrari that I'm standing by (impostor) Never, way to clever, plus we selling at your concert Fish hotel counter full of residue Let's make every night unforgettable I'm riding in the bucket saying "fuck 'em all" Like how we get to heaven with no luck at all Old school church in a single wide (?) My granny head down like somebody died My old man crying while he testified And they don't let me speak cause they swear I lie (?) But I ain't told nothing but the truth I just question what you're saying If you can't produce proof I say a prayer for you I don't know a truce (?) And your rappin' ass dick is ****(?)**** We on oxys, roxys, thirties(?), sixties, zanies, mollys Whoppers, mary, paca, cockers, ruggers (?), lawyers, doctors

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  • SMKA