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V]
One of is fat and loud
second one is black and
Third drunk and wild
one slip and slid
one of is just shy
one is young and wise
homegrown battle you gonna love these guys
brought the hood on them
the best story told yet bonded all odds
ain't no tearin them
swore (?) death do them in
even in reincarnation they would do it

Clutch]
Who would thought six different strands
lock together locked forever
rockin leathery wood told you and cris go good
with watermelon albums sellin coast to coast
across the seas gave everything we
our tears our sweat our blood,

I am we are
we are I am
say
We are on a

Now throw hands to the sky
up the music just ride
we right
we are on a

we are I am
I am we are
Hey, its Nappy Day!
we are on a

Now your hands to the sky
bounce to the music we
we right
We are on a

[B. (R. Prophit)]
Now we stronger than wood, playa (we than leather)
Us hustle together (uh uh not just for the cheddar)
Look here we trustin each (Sayin "um you fuck with my brother?)
you gotta suffer the reprocutions we from the gutter
(white white glass six stripped suit with the matching)
boots came from the blowin smoke out the nostrals
(havin with student loans we struggle for too long)
but now we can on put that on my tombstone
(we are because I am ain't hard to it)
far from a star (rather play on my planet)
Power (demanded)
to us nothing was
(play it as loud as you can and say just how we it)

[R.
Bring out your and just treat em
cotton candy freedom
raised by (?) and em
as Shirly Temple singin
Clown on the
on the ferris wheel
Its magic floatin, smokin, take up a call from Fish

[Fish
Man, we liven
real playas and real
we put away
we reachin out nappy days

[R.
Sparklers light up the dark fireworks in the

Scales]
Shrimp ala car red wine holly
Like soldiers home
after the war is gone
skys confetti
out the nappy meddle
get rid of
wash em away melodies
irish to
haitians to the

Deville]
As I jot in my note pad some day considered important to me
the birth of my son the day I signed my first agreement
it was sorta my soul to the devil
and I was him to keep it
but the true essence of this art form can't be confined to temptation and
lots of folks on the grind to this bullshit and my real yeagas around
so days a tribute a celebration
I am because we all stay
Shit, I am gonna it Nappy 365 and 7 days a week
we fortunate to make it out that trap because the forest they runnin deep

[Chorus fade]