Roll Again

[Intro]<br>Niggaz was goin crazy with me<br>It was our first video, nigga<br>You know we was gon` come back to the country road<br>I don`t know...yyyeah<br>Y`all-y`all ready to roll again?<br>(Wussup) Lets ride then<br>Ah, yup, hit `em<br><br>[Big V]<br>Way before platinum there was a place we used to go<br>and ride for hours at a time on a country road<br>Whatever`s troublin, you can let it go<br>I get out of the car and walk through it, visit the river and talk to it<br>Simply sayin, "Mr. water, what is it that you runnin from?"<br>Asked the bird in the tree, "What is it that you hummin for?"<br>Now knowin +Why the Caged Bird Sings+ is wishin to be free<br>Reminded myself of life and it`s hold on me<br>Touring, the children, women, sexual resistance<br>Religion means so much to me, the church don`t see enough of me<br>This way, that way, bendin corners tryin to get away<br>Sometimes you have to see a storm to appreciate a pretty day<br>BACK in the car now, headed for the liquor store<br>God, what a vivid scene, diggin what I just seen<br>Rolled up another one, still in a daze though<br>Gassed up at the Mini-Mart, my mind on the country roads<br><br>[Chorus 2x - Nappy Roots]<br>I just wanna goooo<br>On the country roads and get blowwwwed<br>On the country roads again rolllll<br>Been on the country roads again<br><br>[Skinny Deville]<br>Yo, we off in these backwoods Caddy-hoggin, Nappy dawg, ain`t no joke<br>We glad they robbin, rap imposters, for they problem no hope<br>It`s cutthroat, we hungry starvin, chargin for the front do`<br>You want mo`? We smoke and sparkin, jokers like the blunt go<br>Been shovin folk for plenty miles, yes I`m the type to grin and bear it<br>The second chance and out the box, I`m back again with `dro and spirits<br>Look at me now, I found a spot, I`m down here by that rollin river<br>Grab a rose and took me to a place, au revoir, I`m rollin scriptures<br><br>[Scales]<br>Man these country roads makin me zone out<br>Ridin through all the bullshit that poppa would scold `bout<br>But soon as my hustle got good I showed out<br>Quick to jump I-24, come back with plenty mo`<br>By `97 I was smokin perfecto<br>The chains and the Willie Esco was the dresscode<br>We lost our littlest cousin Gwin, a skidrow<br>Tony Renfrow rest in peace your kinfolks, I miss y`all<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[B. Stille]<br>(Dude what the hell are we doin?)<br>Back deep on these country roads blowin, gettin in touch with my mind<br>No worries just striped lines and curve-filled signs<br>When all the events throughout the day, good or bad, somehow rewind<br>While I recline, in my Cadillac seats<br>Hit the trees and press repeat<br>and let the melody of these windy roads keep my soul upbeat<br>No destination proposed, just ridin these country roads<br>..<br>Listen, this killer`s that`s willin to catch a court case<br>Split your wig apart quicker than the divorce rate<br>Niggaz show out, go wild in the corpse cage<br>Blow out in the news and I don`t mean the sports page<br>Get drowned in North Lake, could get found in horse cave<br>Fool, get down, the boy`s crazy!<br>Lil` Stille`s with ambition, itchin to fill my position<br>Replace me, but by the Lord`s grace still existin<br>Should be in depression Latrill is missin, cousins in prison<br>Heard Little Ricky was snitchin, now he`s a born-again Christian<br>Always had my suspicions, our teens with bad addictions<br>Family members gone overseas on a mission, we miss `em<br>See you can travel straight through two different coasts<br>State to state, navigate this beautiful globe<br>in search of a plate full of food for the soul<br>I could taste it when the smoke hit my nose<br>on a place called country roads<br><br>[Chorus with ad-libs at the end]