whisperin to management like "change the order, it's no way that we can rock after them" My man sport the 'fro like _What's Happenin?_ From the latest hi-atus, The Roots
Backstage whisperin to management like "change the order, it's no way that we can rock after them" My man sport the 'fro like _What's Happenin?_ From the latest hi-atus, The Roots
from yuh kno seh A one man a swell it up And unda yuh nah rotten And stink like nuh smelly cut [Chorus:] Grab it up Yuh fuck a di bomb like dynamite
brother he says they always planned this trip he wasn't oky-dokie running around like Don Quixote, trying to free a man he didn't even know B. He had the roots
squaw thrilla Young brave, ex-slave walkin' the straight narrow Stalkin', with my bow and arrow I shoot, get the loot I pluck ?em up by the root I never
time My will outshine your reflection McGyver-like Creating bombs with mics Inviting my pen to write Is like igniting dynamite 'Cause when the Mic recites
stunnas, shinahs... I'm Rich-bitch! I'm a fucking big tyma! [Verse 2] Here i come soo soo riiiide (right on) And the shoes soo soo wiiiide (dynamite)