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Nappy Roots Album


The Humdinger (08/05/2008)
08/05/2008
1.
The Humdinger Intro
2.
Beads & Braids
3.
On My Way To Georgia
4.
Pole Position (feat. Slick & Rose)
5.
Flex
6.
Swerve & Lean
7.
Good Day (feat. Gregg Street)
8.
Down & Out (feat. Anthony Hamilton)
9.
Tinted Up (feat. James "Groove" Chambers)
10.
Fresh
11.
Kalifornia Dreamin (feat. Slick & Rose)
12.
Who Got It Where's It At
13.
No Static (feat. Greg Nice)
14.
Don't Stop (feat. James "Groove" Chambers)
15.
Beat Goes On
16.
Small Town
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The Humdinger Intro

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Beads & Braids

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On My Way To Georgia

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Pole Position

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Flex

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Swerve & Lean

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[Intro:]
You know today I just woke up and I said you know instead of waitin' on a good day waitin' around through up's and down's waitin on something to happen I just say

[Chorus:]
We're gonna have a good day and all my homies gonna ride today and all these mommies look fly today and the only one we wanna do is get by today heyyy, we're gonna have a good day and ain't nobody gotta cry today cause ain't nobody gonna die to u save that trouble for another day heyyy we're gonna have a good day

[Verse:]
Caroline fresh new cologne on feelin' so good changed the color to my phone orange kool-aid go good with patron a naw hell naw boy steal my ring tones free car wash had to clean up the dodge gice back when I can just playin' my part church folk had a fish fry mustard, hot sauce, light bread, and french fries love for the big guy hit the park boys showin' off their hops Nappy Roots on the radio and you know it bops last nighr I hit the pick tree bought some Air Force ones 4 tall tees man I love the Begees

[Chorus:]
We're gonna have a good day and all my homies gonna ride today and all these mommies look fly today and the only one we wanna do is get by today heyyy, we're gonna have a good day and ain't nobody gotta cry today cause ain't nobody gonna die to u save that trouble for another day heyyy we're gonna have a good day

[Verse:]
We're gonna have a good day and I fin to worry bout what noboy say I'm still above ground that's the reason I pray got my car cleaned up now I'm ready to play make call to the sticks say I'm headin' dat way heard my cousin cookin out I gotta get me a plate got new outfit ain't even out in the states so if they ain't speakin' to soon but this is a hell of a day and these dickies got me sitin' in a hell of a place got my stunna shades on a grin on my face my grill looks mean but I swear I'm straight and the hood showin' love so I'm a okay

[Chorus:]
We're gonna have a good day and all my homies gonna ride today and all these mommies look fly today and the only one we wanna do is get by today heyyy, we're gonna have a good day and ain't nobody gotta cry today cause ain't nobody gonna die to u save that trouble for another day heyyy we're gonna have a good day

[Verse:]
We might as well do what the children sayin' take a day off hit park and just hang barbque roll a few and put up your dukes if it's beef put down the peace and put up your dukes it's time to change our ways so we can save the day for the children sake and make a better place to play and if it's all good break out your click and grip your wood and if you ridin' dirty just light your swift abd blow yor sss... but dot real big exactly like a player should enjoy your 24's do your thang and rep your hood the world is all yours but still we all bound forever in a day the choice you make is relly all fine

[Chorus:]
We're gonna have a good day and all my homies gonna ride today and all these mommies look fly today and the only one we wanna do is get by today heyyy, and ain't nobody gotta cry today cause ain't nobody gonna die to u save that trouble for another day heyyy we're gonna have a good day, We're gonna have a good day and all my homies gonna ride today and all these mommies look fly today and the only one we wanna do is get by today heyyy we're gonna have a good day

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Down & Out

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Tinted Up

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Fresh

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Kalifornia Dreamin

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Who Got It Where's It At

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(feat. Greg Nice)

No Static, no static, got an automatic
No Static, no no static, no static, no static
Too much of anything makes you an addict

Take a nigga back to tobacco road
I'd give my old soul what it's asking fo
I'm trying to find where them angels sing at
Where X and King at
So listen for the knowledge I bring back
Cause cigarette pack and duece bottle
Blue collar ain't too much we can do father
Taketh me I live life so anxiously
Tell me this is bout more than sex and buying weed
Maybe but anyway we burn daily, sip baileys, early sex,
Unwanted babies, scream push till I push daises
Pops raised me through this blind crooked and crazy world
I'm just riding along see where it takes me
Keep buying cars and rims until it breaks me
I'm fold like bread on a loose sandwhich, too damaged
Still I've got to slow down and find a balance

No static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
No static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
No no static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
No no static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict

You spend a lot of long nights trying to make it like an open flame
Smoking jane posted on this porch
I got this close to fame without the leroy
But we live forever wood and leather
Slum is in my village like them niggas in Detroit
What up though? It's all or none and I'm going for the gusto
And everyday is cut throat but I don't give a fuck yo
Gutter bread slice it different ways
I got some shit to say, split the swisher, pack the hay,
Roll it up and hit the bitch
Addicted to this country living giving it my all dog
Raw till I fall y'all here to california
And back again trafficing like rog what's happening
I'm traveling looking for the kill like I'm bill I'll
My own right left without my soul tight
Roll threw a cold night
Swerving on a country road
Six pack of michalobs, o with some funky dro
Two much of anything can make a nigga lose control

No static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
No static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
No no static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
No no static got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict

See I love my reefa, love my ganets
And I don't fit into society I'm a menace
Slap my balls on ya rack like tennis
And turn the henney up and don't stop till I'm finished
I'm pissy drunk, one shot might get me crunk
Not to mention shawty rollin up like 50 blunts
Got nappy in this bitch
Sticks to the bricks
I'm a cowboy dog it's to the face though mix

We go 90 in the slow lane with just enough to traffic
Cross the line bout 40 times a week on an average
Forward then backwards packaged like a sack lunch
Ridin dirty, high as fuck, puffin on a bad blunt
What's ya ass want? Nappy serve it all day
Always keep it caddy hoggin dog it's all wood
Too much of anything can make ya think it's all good
Got an automatic skinny devil and we all should

No static got an automatic
No static, no no static
Too much of anything makes you an addict
Too much of anything makes you an addict

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Don't Stop

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Beat Goes On

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Small Town

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