Mr. DJ - Roll Again lyrics

[Intro] n***as was goin crazy with me It was our first video, n***a 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, s**ual 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 Ga**ed 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 bullsh** 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 k**er's that's willin to catch a court case Split your wig apart quicker than the divorce rate n***as 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]