Pete Rose - Nappy Roots

Pete Rose - Nappy Roots
Cell phone age
Tired of k**l Obama everywhere I piss
Roll a bowl and take a toke twenty-five on a back road
Home boy tell them what you came for
Yup all the G's and hit the drink
Grab the hoes and hit the damn
Mother f**k what a n****r think
Us country folk losing hope ain't seen much a change
Vote upon a vote but I keep on seeing just the same
They say home of the free the land of the brave
I say home of the greed the land of the slave
Got me chasing this cheese I'm stuck in a maze
Got you like f**k a degree f**k it get paid
Got Craiglist Killers deadfish swimmers
Go ahead mark the sins of deadless guerillas
Black fist in the air Olympic winners
Give you all you can handle like catfish dinners
Scene unfolds
Calm breeze trees
Dirt roads young bloods
G's street codes
Bank rolls cheese
Pete rose get yours
Got this man f**k a wife catholic f**k a kid
Boys in the apartment will take your sh*t
Watching some Indian look at this damn fool
Shot a judge but let a white b**ch drink poo
The things a man will do to try to make an honest living
Seems impossible when opportunity is missing
On top of that a lot of bills and got to feed the children
Uncle Sam is full of sh*t we playing mega millions
My homie just got out my cousin going back in
Three-quarters of my neighborhood still packed in a pin
I swear the justice system's set up to target black men
This ain't no new phenomenon been going on since back then
Back in Louv Louisville where the plot thickens
Homicide looking for leads the clock's ticking
s***t the block down the cops tripping
Community motto is stop snitching
Pissed off they beat a child up for shoplifting
Scene unfolds
Calm breeze trees
Dirt roads young bloods
G's street codes
Bank rolls cheese
Pete rose get yours
I don't roll blunts and I don't do paper
I'm in the corner to myself getting straight-vapored
I'm from the boondocks A K A Bronies Home
Po' folks still ball like a snooty ho
Batter batter swing
Barry bonds
Steroid or not he still had to hit the ball
Dreadlocks don't mean what they used to mean
Now they jiving Li'l Wayne trying to k**l a man
Yup I'm on my Pete Rose bet it on it make a killin'
Before I lay my head down I'm trying to get a billion
I used to do it for the love I kind of lost the feelin'
F**k a record deal middle finger towards the ceilin'
I'm in the bucket piping to Nantucket
I brown bag it then I rear cuff it f**k it
Black tees if the tees low cut chuck it
The old school p can crushed it
Scene unfolds
Calm breeze trees
Dirt roads young bloods
G's street codes
Bank rolls cheese
Pete rose get yours