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The Roots

Genres: Hip-Hop

Water Lyrics - The Roots

South Philly, North Side, Oakland, Texas, Georgia 

Black people, uh 

Worldwide 

Na what I'm sayin'? 

This is for my nigga 

Dumb and blind 

 

They say a record ain't nothin' if it's not touchin', grippin' 

Draw you in close and make you wanna listen to it 

And if you real ill at makin' music 

The listna gonna feel like he living through it 

That's how my nigga do it 

 

I met slacks back in like ninety-one rappin' 

We went to Millersville to get away from gun clappin' 

It ain't last, I be in class dreaming 'bout 

Fifty-thousand fans up in the stands 

Screaming out 

 

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Encore, yo I'm heading back to Philly 

Nigga you rollin' with me? 

I'm tryna get busy 

We walked dogs that was off the chain 

Lotta times at the shows people hardly came 

 

I just, took it in stride as a part of the game but inside 

People down with me started to change 

It was a couple thangs, little syrup, little pills 

Instead of riding out on the road you'd rather chill 

 

I know the way the pleasure feels, I'm not judgin' 

But still I'm on a mission yo, I'm not buggin' 

I got fam that can't stop druggin', they can't sleep 

They can't stick to one subject they can't eat 

It's people steady comin' at me out in the street 

Like Riq yo what up with ya peeps, it gets deep, nigga 

 

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Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high 

Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by 

I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry 

But not you and I my nigga 

We got to get 

C'mon over, over, the water 

C'mon over, over, the water 

Yo, water 

Yo, water 

 

We done been through many meals a couple of deals 

Shared clothes and wheels, killed mics and reels 

We done rocked shows abroad and slept on floors 

Trying to figure what the fuck we gettin' slept on for 

 

Or what we walkin' with the weapon for 

Weighted by the gravity law 

You know it if you came up poor my nigga 

Picture the bus up north 

 

You know we made of everything outlaws are made of 

I'm far from a hata 

And I don't say I love you 

'Cause the way I feel is greater 

M-illa you a poet son, you a born creator 

 

And this'll probably dawn on you later 

It's in your nature 

Lyrics all up on you walls like they made of paper 

You gotta follow where the talent take ya 

Ya might fuck around and finally make it and that's real but yo 

 

Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high 

Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by 

I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry 

But not you and I my nigga 

We got to get 

C'mon over, over, the water 

C'mon over, over, the water 

Yo, water 

Yo, water 

 

Yo, I want ya all to understand I come from South Philly 

And when I walk the streets it's like a pharmacy 

They got all type-a shit anybody can get 

It go from H to X to Loosie cigarettes 

 

For my ghetto legend, known for little shiest runnin' 

Cop Codine by the Quarts and keep comin', dumbin' 

Just embracing the dope like it's a woman 

Ya burning both sides of the rope and just pullin', tuggin' 

 

In between Islam and straight thuggin' 

Layin' everyday around the way and doin' nothin' 

See 'em all shakin' their heads and start shruggin' 

If they don't got a man like mine they gotta cousin 

An yo, you better be a true friend to him 

 

Before the shit put an end to him 

Or give a pen to him 

And lock him in the studio with a mic 

'Cause on the real it might save his life 

And keep tellin' him 

 

Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high 

Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by 

I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry 

But not you and I my nigga 

We got to get 

C'mon over, over, the water 

C'mon over, over, the water 

Yo, water 

Yo, water 

 

Yo, you need to walk straight masta ya high 

Son, you missing out on what's passin' ya by 

I done see these streets suck a lotta cats dry 

But not you and I my nigga 

We got to get 

C'mon over, over, the water 

C'mon over, over, the water 

Yo, water 

Yo, water 

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