Teksty:
Roots The Somebody S Got To Do It

Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it Somebody's gotta

Somebody's gotta be there when it gets bloody Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it Somebody's gotta

be there when it gets bloody Somebody's gotta get their hands dirty Yo, it's a fucked up job but somebody's gotta do it Somebody's gotta come up with

homie and a nigga, K, homie All bitches, look into it as you want the real killa? Well, pull out your pistol, bitch, and shoot it, shoot it And you knew it, do it

two Buckwheat's in a headlock Macy Gray's hair between your leg lock Somebody let the monkeys out the cage Ya mother's so cross-eyed, when she cry tears

Philly on a wing and prayer And still bringin' it yeah [Chorus] C'mon take it there C'mon take it there Let's take it there C'mon take it there I'm

the fool, black If something's on your chest the let it be known See I'm not your "every-five-minutes" all on the phone And on the topic of trust, it's

't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it Can't truss it An' I judge everyone

it then nigga then zip it De-zip it, make you want to reposition your pivot When we write it and spit it we makin' somebody get it And if they wont' hear it