Ride Nappy Roots

(Intro, Fish Scales)
Yeah, sometimes you just gotta ride

(Verse 1, Fish Scales)
I'm headed to Savannah, the sun rise there
And somethin tellin me that I should be somewhere near
I met somebody daughter, played in her water
The lake was too salty and I'm not Kyle Korver
I was goin hard in the paint where the stars hang out
Just to find out that what they buy ain't bought
And then I found me startin to go the same route
I do this for the love, you can throw the fame out
A chair still a chair, even when it change house
And I am hip-hop, even when I claim south
What'chu think we all look the same, game is bad
Cause now we all fightin for the same damn spot
Go'on, do da "Stanky Leg"
It's better than talkin bout shootin people in the head
I'm headed out to Oakland, the sun lies there
And somethin tellin me that I should be somewhere near
Where we goin?

(Hook)
We got five on gas, gettin nowhere fast
Deep down in the sticks of Georgia (Where do you go)
Big trucks roll through, might blow they horns
They glad cause they goin to Florida (Where do you go)
My neighbors overseas, and they fightin like hell
I can smell it from across the water (From across the water)
(I waaalk, and where the world do you go)