Nappy Roots - One Forty lyrics

[Ron Clutch]
No more wine for me, no more dimes of weed
Cuz I am tryin to see, if my mind can reach
The level of the game that we die to see
I am talkin bout naturally where ya mind is free
See I am a dying breed, a country-fried emcee
I used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese
See it was bound to be, when theres mouths to feed
and theres bills to pay, somethin have got to give way
The way I feel today, I could care less
Cuz my mind is made, yea my hair´s a mess
I do not bother to shave, I walk around bare chest
like a candy face, like I am wearin a vest
I dare ya to test, I push a hundred-five reps
Showin off my pecs, triceps & biceps
I am all for the cause, ready to die next
I am all for the cause, ready to die next..

[Chorus]
We do not even talk about it we live it, we live it
(How you gon´ tell me how to live my life?)
(Can´t nobody tell me how to live my life)
And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it
(How you gon´ tell me how to live my life?)
(Can´t nobody tell me how to live my life)

[Chorus Part 2 - 2X]
(This life?) - it is mine
(It is yours?) - it is mine
(That is right) - it is mine
(That is yours) - this mine

[B. Suntile]
Now ah, when I was a, young man
There was a couple of things poppa put in my head
Never; sit down when ya need to stand
Never; drink down all ya dreams & plans
Poppa, what´s that inside ya glass?
"Don´t do as I do boy, do as I ask"
See ah - do it right if ya gon´ do it that fast
and - don´t do it if ya gon´ do it half-assed
Well, since then I been an over-achiever
Smoker & drinker, only I´d opened my blinkers
And I am broke, so I guess I´ve got to choke on my finger
Cuz I need to come up, ah I am just a dreamer
A hustle schemer, these cops be corrupt like Rupp Arena
Try an bust my weiner, with these court subpeonas - petty misdemeanors
"Boy you aint worth..." like student like teacher

[Chorus]
[Chorus Pt. 2 - 2X]

[Skinny DeVille]
Same jeans in the spring that I strut in the fall
No comb, no fade, no nothin at all
I will give a finger for the haters & one for the law
Sounds fine, Nappy Roots; a little somethin for y´all
Get a dutch, jump the gultch, then stuff it with straw
Get higher than a motherf*cker, deep in the call
Hit the liquor sto´, makin mo´, 5th & I pause
Get love tryna cut, got ya dick & balls
Awww, hell naw then broads at the wall
Big pimpin on a budget, tryna make it the mall
Thank the Lord, for just livin, makin the most
´Scuse me, anybody got change I can borrow?
Dime? Caught a penny tryna get to the mall
Want to buy me some ice too, slip it & fall
Oops silly me, big nuts & they gone
Didn´t see that shit comin like a truck in the fall

[Chorus]
[Chorus Pt. 2 - 2X]

[R. Prophit]
Lemme hear ya say...
Nappy Roots see ya dawg, all my yeahgaz...
It is that life B, have got to make that choice...
It is all on you...
Lemme hear ya say...
Lemme hear ya say...
Lemme hear ya say...

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