it my way and shootin' no blanks I just refute what you think, a quite unusual thing Yes it's a mutual thing 'cos it's the root of all things and we
to need this Well, the root still grows in the concrete fine And you never think you'll run out of time And the root still goes further than you know The root
me give me my room I am radiant, give me my space, I am light Yo, 2/27/98 I wrote a check out to H.W. funeral home For my little sister Christina 15
the roots the radicals Give 'em the boot, you know I'm a radical Give 'em the boot, the roots, the reggae on my stereo Give 'em the boot, the roots the
much pain Clocking cash like a champ Won't a damn thang change I come from O-O-O still down with the dudes But I still got love for my 6 9 roots Little
(15:49) Okay. We're 10-8. And the number is 180 and the letter is G. There is no other possibility. And all you slimy fruitcakes in San Francisco
runnin h-town, 5th ward, yep dat my hood, ima twist it up throw it up yea its undastood its all good everybdy kno my name im deep rooted in the game
was born That a nigga like E should'a never been born Too late, big mistake in '72 It's '92, now the year of code blue 15 hours..11 minutes..30 seconds
just shook the handshake I just sealed the deal I'll try not to let them Take everything they can steal People always told me Don't forget your roots
it my way And shootin' no blanks I just refute what you think A quite unusual thing Yes it's a mutual thing Cos it's the root of all things, and we aims
[DJ Muggs] Yo I got this plan to make some money I want you to keep this shit to yourself At 6:15 am this truck pulls out the post office I'm like a shootin
fritures solaires les moins timides. Ca mort dans l'aprem en attendant j'promene ma lutte contre la melancolie. J'ai beau detaille les raison de la bank root
to need this? And the root still grows in the concrete fine And we never think we'll run out of time And the root still goes further than you know The root
played yourself I understand, I understand dude, I was just like you when I was 15 years old You played yourself Talking about, you ain't The Roots, you ain't The Roots
quit the team, but believe I'm ballin' Want a verse? Put up a stack or quit callin' 30's on my Chevrolet call me supa dupa Garage like roots I got more
heaven? It's hell when you're an orphan at a early age This impressionable stage, no love breeds rage In the heart of a child who never knew his roots
the money that you make I aint going to knock you, for tryin to get your mail But all the true gangstas is dead or in jail See boy, you'za fool, 15 years