VERSE 1: She always kick it up at the corner store She don't wait for anyone anymore Always cool, when she step out the door She's the one you want when the rain come pour She no go for, fancy clothes or them cars You'll never find her in them diso bars She don't debate with primary colors She is the fire when you need some more Rootsie Roots and a puff she puff Nuff she Loots and a rough she rough Rootsie Roots and a puff she puff I don't want her to know that I love her so VERSE 2: She always got the roots on the radio She always grow the ganja outside her door Her skin is smooth like a golden crème She comes on me in my sweetest dreams She don't gotta go to my school anymore She come to me leaving her tricks at the door Her dreadlocks roll down onto the floor She my empress I'm her emperor