Muddin' (Explicit)

Muddin' (Explicit) - Nappy Roots

Lyrics by：Melvin Adams/William Hughes/Brian Scott/Ronald Wilson

Big

Big beating

Juiced like a nigga cheating

Good eating

Got it if you really really seeking

Bunch of w**d gettin rolled

Bunch of lies getting told

Told

Cadillac on heels

Vertical grills sittin' so bold

Dirt roads git rode rode

Cooler beer gettin' cold cold

Life feeling like glitch glitch

Ballin' out of control

Glitch

Whoa whoa whoa

You a fool for this Sol

From the sticks to the glitz

Greatest story ever told

Dis southern right here

Dats my cousin right there

It's flooding my nigga

We muddin' round here

No clubbin' out here

No

Mean muggin' out here

No

We ain't beefing round here

Just hustling out here

If only I gave a ****

But I don't so the thang gone buck

Got grown on my own

By my lonely not much

Where I'm from so I'm hungry

We nothing not homies

Ain't cousins you don know me

I seen it all back in '03

Same nicca now I'm an OG

Still low key barely smoking

I'm a wolf chillin' in sheep's clothing

No looking back

And I gotta keep it mow-ving

I mean moving no coasting

Jacking season is fast approaching

I'm laughing but mostly

Waiting on you niccas to try and provoke me

I'm sipping beer

But it's not no OE

That's old english

And I'm so schemish

Look you dead in you eyes

And I won't mean it

No lie like Ripley

You won't believe it

It's no secret

And I won't keep

I'm that dude that's my crew

Not regular **** and the Yuushe

Paid our dues

Made all the moves

My middle finger up

And I'm talking to you

In this game most people don't play fair

That's just human nature

One day you're gonna get the picture

There's no filter wit the Mayfair

Just black and white

And grey area sometime ain't no sunshine

In this cold land ain't no grown man

Finna hold ya hand like daycare

Grow up

Just get to where you need to be

Den hurry up and wait there

Don't let nobody hold you back you down

Out all the naysayers

We might be on opposing teams

But we all breathe the same air

Either you livin' ya dreams

Or been sleep walkin' thru a daymare

Way to young to feel this way here

Seen too many murders'

'Nother stress another hurdle

'Nother wrinkle 'nother grey hair

'Cause life is like da state fair

Set you up for failure

Don't intend for you to win it

Be a sin if we ain't tell yer

Pour my glass 'til it's spilling

Raise it high to the ceiling

Here's a toast to all the hero's

Slash-lou-a-villains

Out herre to taking liberties

Never asking for permission

Say the pathway to the hell

Is paved with good intentions

If that's the case then hell with it

Let the devil deal with it

On the highway to heaven

Hemi with the air suspension

Hear me revving up my engine

We deep off in the trenches

You know it's nappy for life

It's gone be a nappy ending