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Roots lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, oh

[Verse 1]
You heard the news, sweet child
I slaughtered all them swans
I left it burnin’
Gone to New York
There will be no more violence
In the house of your heart
In the house of your heart
There was a [?]
And I was weak for a while
Never be as good as you so
I got a ride and
I hitchhiked for New York
There will be no more violence
In the house of your heart
In the name of the Lord

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, baby
Where will I dig my roots?
It’s achin’ each time that I think of you
I wish for a better day to come around
Wanna shake my head [?]
Show you what you found (oh)
I wish for a better day to come around
So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)

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[Verse 2]
You heard the news, sweet child
The world is mad we are runnin’ wild
I’m gonna ride and
Get off at New York
There will be no more violence
In the house of your heart
In the house of your heart
In the name of the Lord

[Refrain]
I [?] another way
[?] another way
We should stay [?]

[Chorus]
Oh, oh, baby
Where will I dig my roots?
It’s achin’ each time that I think of you
I wish for a better day to come around
Wanna shake my head [?]
Show you what you found (oh)
I wish for a better day to come around
So put a gun to the thunder inside of my head (oh)

[Outro]
Where will I dig my roots? (Oh)
Where will I dig my roots?

My friend’s got a girlfriend
Man he hates that bitch
He tells me every day
He says "man I really gotta lose my chick
In the worst kind of way"
She sits on her ass
He works his hands to the bone
To give her money every payday
But she wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well my friend
You gotta say
I won’t pay, I won’t pay ya, no way
Why don’t you get a job
Say no way, say no way, no way
Why don’t you get a job
I guess all his money, well it isn’t enough
To keep her bill collectors at bay
I guess all his money, well it isn’t enough
‘Cause that girl’s got expensive taste
I won’t pay, I won’t pay ya, no way
Why don’t you get a job
Say no way, say no way, no way
Why don’t you get a job
Well I guess it ain’t easy doing nothing at all
But hey man free rides just don’t come along
Every day
Let me tell you about my other friend now
My friend’s got a boyfriend, man she hates that dick
She tells me every day
He wants more dinero just to stay at home
Well my friend
You gotta say
I won’t pay, I won’t pay ya, no way
Why don’t you get a job
Say no way, say no way, no way
Why don’t you get a job

Кризата не ме касае, щом до мен си ти искам те това е
Въздуха мирише на любов
и всичко тук на теб ухае
и хапи не говори всичко друго можеш ти.

[Припев]
Целувай ме сега не се обръщай – гледат или не
Целувай ме сега какво ти пука – криза или не
Целувай ме сега не казвай "мило, имах тежък ден"
Влудяваш ме така,целувай ме сега!

Кризата не те касае,щом очите ти гледат само в мене
Целувай ме горещо,
и не чакай подходящо място и време
и хапи не говори всичко друго можеш ти.

[Припев]
Целувай ме сега не се обръщай – гледат или не
Целувай ме сега какво ти пука – криза или не
Целувай ме сега не казвай "мило, имах тежък ден"
Влудяваш ме така,целувай ме сега!

[Intro: Snoop Dogg (& Chris Brown)]
SD, O.T
(Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T….)

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
I got 25 ways I can get it
And 20 home boys that’s fully with it
It’s only gon’ take ’bout 30 minutes
From the effects that you feel from the bag of spinach
It’s vintage, authentic, I have no limits
C Walk in the party let the Crips up in it
To handle our business, baby, put your back up in it
CB, OT, yeah we back up in it
The west coast do the most
Take a drag out the dope
House party like a motherfucker full of my folks
He a dog, and a couple of P’s
Pile of seeds, weed, and a couple of G’s
Ooh wee, I got the mic, it’s my turn
The roof is on fire, let that motherfucker burn
We don’t need no water if your daughter is hot
Just send her to the Dogg so I can woop-de-wop

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl, I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Verse 2: O.T. Genasis]
Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip, Skip
I’m a long beach nigga, long beach Crip
See her at the party, big thang on her hip
Gun never tiny, you can kiss this tip (muah!)
Handle, got that stick like magic
Never drink it straight, where the Kool-Aid?
Leave a nigga bloody like bootleg
I’m a northside nigga, stand on my toes
Cisco nigga, staying on the hoes
I heard she a flip, ran off her clothes
Threw her in the air, landed on the bros
O.T., SD, CB
Any nigga say some gotta see me
36 O’s, pair of phones
Double M give it up, chunky

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
I ain’t tryna knock your hustle, babe
You know I’m a dog, but there’s no petting
More fire, more loud, we all can blaze
You lookin’ like twins, both hands, two bodies
One I’m in the sheets, other one her knees (sheets)
Mary Jane’s a freak, and I love Molly
I’m tryna paint two Mona Lisa
One black, one white, at the same time
Them strobe lights keep flashing
It’s just me and you two in this room
And it feels like déjà vu
Like I been here with you two, before

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Sexy girl you came to party
You and your girlfriends
3’s company
Girl I don’t mind, fun time
Oh baby, let me see you walk
Step to me
Then sway when you shake that booty (oh yeah)
Hit your walk, hop to it
I’ma show you the way a real player do it

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player
Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (It was only)
Play on player
Girls on top of girls, when we walkin’ (walkin’)
Play on player, (walkin’) play on, play on, play on player

[Outro: Chris Brown (& Snoop Dogg)]
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T… (yeah!)
(3’s company, baby)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(You know how we do it, we the west, yo)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(CB, uh, O.T., yeah, SD)
Breezy, Snoop D O double G and O.T., O.T., O.T…
(Ooh wee, ooh wee)

[Hook: Ice-T]
It’s been a long time niggas forgot
You push up on mine niggas get shot
Master with the caliber, dont respect your throne
Don’t worry bout me, the devil protects it’s own

[Verse 1: Ice-T]
This so often I stare and gaze into a coffin
But I don’t cry, niggas must die
My bloodlust is unquenchable
My thirst for revenge you bitch niggas can’t comprehend
I might let you live a few years, feel yourself
Death is always near, and then it gets dealt
This ain’t the pop that the kids bop to
This what the hard rocks cock Glocks to
I hate rap niggas, I love street cats
I serve whack niggas, please believe that
Iceberg bitch, motherfucker you heard
I been away for a minute so the lines got blurred
I ain’t impressed by your jewelry, that could get took
Don’t floss around me nigga you shook
All your dope talk crack talk trap talk bullshit
How could real niggas stomach your lies?
You never fuck with no live niggas I know
Only place your hard is in your motherfucking bio
Imma go on cause I feel the mic starting to heat
Grip the wood on the wheel lay back in your seat
I ain’t new to this shit, I could rap for weeks
Especially with these Kay Slay types of beats

[Hook: Ice-T]
It’s been a long time niggas forgot
You push up on mine niggas get shot
Master with the caliber, dont respect your throne
Don’t worry bout me, the devil protects it’s own

[Verse 2: Kool G. Rap]
KGR boy, Queens grime nigga
Turn your block into the scene of the crime nigga
A mean shine nigga the beam on the nine nigga
Killers move in silence and violence of mines whisper
Corona the own, I rep it to the death boy
Soda bottle or nozzle to lower down the deck boy
Everyday generating another hood chronicle
Niggas come comical, I fix ’em with the llama too
The money in ’85 was so astronomical
Chest neck gripping with ice like a comma do
Yea nigga this the auto bio
Fuck with the auto die yo
Murder here my nigga Universe caught a slug in the eye yo
Pies seventeen five moving the bottles
Bottom of the pot rock pat ’em and dry those
Lay low from homicide with a side hoe, you know how it go

[Verse 3: Ice-T]
Get your gats out hoods on masks up
In my dark world fuck boys get touched
I’m much older and colder now
No beat just release the hounds
I move the social elite from the concrete
It wasn’t easy lotta blood got spilled
Shit got greazy good men got killed
Somehow I kept my head down kept moving
A lot had to be shown it had to be proven
And I’m still alive today
So don’t test me in no type of way
You may catch me in the street rolling dolo
Or on the beach in some Ralph Lauren Polo
Or in the next booth over in the hottest club
Or at some hell of a spa getting my feet rubbed
(That nigga plays a cop) Broke nigga don’t speak
Seventeen years 200k a week
Nigga you on the bus, while I’m whipping a fleet
If you can’t add money you ain’t from the street