you wanna sing for me Sing a song, singing man Sing a song, singing man Sing another song, singing man Sing another song, singing man Sing a song for me Sing
sing for me, Sing a song, singing man, Sing a song, singing man, Sing another song, singing man, Sing another song, singing man, Sing a song for me, Sing
Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na without the root, you ain't got no tree and without the branches, you aint got no leaves to understand hurt
a little girl named Corinne Verse One: Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots I
a little girl named Corinne [Verse One:] Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
Well, I know how it feels to be ripped from my roots And tossed into a world unbending. Not long ago I was bitten by the truth Some folks spend their
middle And a black man on a white horse Or a white man on a black horse It's got all these tired parts where We don't even sing at random Princess, raise
[Intro: M.O.P.] Hahahahahaha Now it's about to be talked about [Afu-Ra] You're gettin slapped by my grammar Vocals like a hammer, with roots from Alabama
young man's boots With a young man's heart And a young man's roots But now I stand where a young man stood before I don't run like I used to This old man
court case Can't show you the pure face but you can get the pure taste goodness never running out like you're raw space All sing to the only acceptable
term, as I proceed Deep into the greed of politics, bleed Out the average asshole seed believe that the P.I. proceeds All negativities beforehand, the future As far as man
lot's of weed The more Hen, but then again cop a please like [Andre Nickatina] Man God gimme G's on the double, all through the wire The bullets start to sing
time Without the fear of going blind, without the fear of going blind... In a den of quitters in a hall of hosts, Between worn out waltzes and wedding toasts I heard a man
to the past, we've got to save... [chorus] ... is the only place on earth It's hard to imagine what future will bring Let freedom prevail and our children sing Back to our roots
Kee] All money ain't good money Stack your chips Let it flip like some hood money Cock them rims Let 'em spin on them haters, man And all the players
Dem waan a man weh fi gi dem it right Cause some bwoy now a day just a cook up and a bite Verse 2: Dem deh days dun When man a bark bout dem a ,
my family, my family [x2] Mo Thug music (Sing-sing-sing, sing along, sing along) [x2] It's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, (sing along, sing along
oh, oh, It's terrible. You threw it all up, keep it up. This essence roots, I'm stuck, I'm overwhelmed. I've made mistakes, they keep me company. Oh man
