Lyrics Nappy Roots

Nappy Roots

Looking Grown

- Dad are you going to the studio today?

- Yeah. Why, what's up?

- Can I go?

- Not today, man

- Uhhh

- I'll bring you soon, OK?

- OK

- Love you

- Love you, too

Yeah

Standing in the mirror, ask myself "What I'm rapping for?"

Used to be smash hoes, drugs and watch the cash flow

Now my life wise and older, but still an asshole

Chilling in my castle, nappy fro and bath robe (aye!)

Labels that I made it out, the opposite of flat broke

Been fucking with them hoes a lot, but blowing dab smoke

Toking on some Afghan goot could make that ass choke

Been hustling, back with his youth then I move fast forward

Am I thinking, keep an old flask cause I'll prolly keep drinking

I'm on the sass, so you know I keep speaking

Roll the grass, but only if it's decent

Thank God it's weekend

Thinking about going vegan

Then I laugh at the thought when it sinks in

I love meat man

I'm gone off the deep end

Where's the sheep skin?

Bad little chick here I'm about to sink my teeth in

Spending one day a week at home

Two days a week on the road

Three days in the studio

Now my kids all looking grown

[x2]

Are you going to the studio today (Now my kids all looking grown)

Can I come? (Now my kids all looking grown)

Now my kids all looking grown

Now my kids all looking grown

Roll it up my homeboy

I got pounds of midget with a cool ticket

Playing 2 K and I'm a fool with it

Riding on that with the roof missing

I've been riding dirty since '89

Seen a bunch of good niggas do crazy time

Seen the judge hit 'em where the good lord split 'em

Especially when their skin color the same as mine

I stopped going to church

Came right back cause outside was worse

Niggas acting hard but it's too rehearsed

Ain't satisfied until they on a shirt

The niggas gone bezerk

Claim they killers in the verse, wouldn't snatch a purse

When the slugs start to fly, they say innocent first

What goes around comes around

Remember karma, jerk

And the hearse is last

Live's a blast

Living through my kids, I'm letting go of the past

It's easier when I said over shots in a glass

It's all adding up now that I'm doing the math

It's just me and my bitch cause I ain't giving up half

A real motherfucker, but one hell of a dad

Call me the blues traveler walking the path

Of the righteous might just give 'em more gas

Til I go out like Whitney simply taking a bath

Til then...

Spending one day a week at home

Two days a week on the road

Three days in the studio

Now my kids all looking grown

[x2]

Now my kids all looking grown [x4]

- Yo, I'm about to roll to the studio, you trying to roll?

- Nah I can't, I gotta go to work

- Damn