Roll Again

[Intro]

Niggaz was goin crazy with me

It was our first video, nigga

You know we was gon' come back to the country road

I don't know...yyyeah

Y'all-y'all ready to roll again?

(Wussup) Lets ride then

Ah, yup, hit 'em

[Big V]

Way before platinum there was a place we used to go

and ride for hours at a time on a country road

Whatever's troublin, you can let it go

I get out of the car and walk through it, visit the river and talk to it

Simply sayin, "Mr. water, what is it that you runnin from?"

Asked the bird in the tree, "What is it that you hummin for?"

Now knowin +Why the Caged Bird Sings+ is wishin to be free

Reminded myself of life and it's hold on me

Touring, the children, women, sexual resistance

Religion means so much to me, the church don't see enough of me

This way, that way, bendin corners tryin to get away

Sometimes you have to see a storm to appreciate a pretty day

BACK in the car now, headed for the liquor store

God, what a vivid scene, diggin what I just seen

Rolled up another one, still in a daze though

Gassed up at the Mini-Mart, my mind on the country roads

[Chorus 2x - Nappy Roots]

I just wanna goooo

On the country roads and get blowwwwed

On the country roads again rolllll

Been on the country roads again

[Skinny Deville]

Yo, we off in these backwoods Caddy-hoggin, Nappy dawg, ain't no joke

We glad they robbin, rap imposters, for they problem no hope

It's cutthroat, we hungry starvin, chargin for the front do'

You want mo'? We smoke and sparkin, jokers like the blunt go

Been shovin folk for plenty miles, yes I'm the type to grin and bear it

The second chance and out the box, I'm back again with 'dro and spirits

Look at me now, I found a spot, I'm down here by that rollin river

Grab a rose and took me to a place, au revoir, I'm rollin scriptures

[Scales]

Man these country roads makin me zone out

Ridin through all the bullshit that poppa would scold 'bout

But soon as my hustle got good I showed out

Quick to jump I-24, come back with plenty mo'

By '97 I was smokin perfecto

The chains and the Willie Esco was the dresscode

We lost our littlest cousin Gwin, a skidrow

Tony Renfrow rest in peace your kinfolks, I miss y'all

[Chorus]

[B. Stille]

(Dude what the hell are we doin?)

Back deep on these country roads blowin, gettin in touch with my mind

No worries just striped lines and curve-filled signs

When all the events throughout the day, good or bad, somehow rewind

While I recline, in my Cadillac seats

Hit the trees and press repeat

and let the melody of these windy roads keep my soul upbeat

No destination proposed, just ridin these country roads

..

Listen, this killer's that's willin to catch a court case

Split your wig apart quicker than the divorce rate

Niggaz show out, go wild in the corpse cage

Blow out in the news and I don't mean the sports page

Get drowned in North Lake, could get found in horse cave

Fool, get down, the boy's crazy!

Lil' Stille's with ambition, itchin to fill my position

Replace me, but by the Lord's grace still existin

Should be in depression Latrill is missin, cousins in prison

Heard Little Ricky was snitchin, now he's a born-again Christian

Always had my suspicions, our teens with bad addictions

Family members gone overseas on a mission, we miss 'em

See you can travel straight through two different coasts

State to state, navigate this beautiful globe

in search of a plate full of food for the soul

I could taste it when the smoke hit my nose

on a place called country roads

[Chorus with ad-libs at the end]