Lyrics:
Root’s man party precious party yeah
Brothers and sisters cool
Brothers and sisters are having fun
Everybody wearing smile
Take it easy
Don’t you be
eating up molly, a candy fiend
All black Bugatti, voiture noir
She don't even know what car she in
We fucking to party the neighbors know
They bang
not a put down
I put my foot down
And then I make some love, I put my root down
Like Sweetie Pie by the Stone Alliance
Everybody knows I'm known for
Party all the time
Party sometimes
Maybe don't party at all
Party party party party party
Oh man, we gotta get out of here
They're shutting the party
wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'
What is money?
Money is what makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all evil
Money'll
wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin'
What is money?
Money is what makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all evil
Money'll
man "Ask Carlos"
Now they ask how much man's car cost
Drive-by ting
Aim for your head and convert 'em with your hard-top
Your leg's sick, your heart
Roots!
Uh Uh!
People dem a bawl roots
Umm umm
Roots!
Oh roots!
Hey!
Inna rastaman party
Chalice we burn
Chalice fi lick
Inna rastaman
don't be naughty
For it's a punky reggae party
New wave, new rave
New wave, new rave
Tell you what, take a joyful sound
To make the world go 'round
don't be naughty
For it's a punky reggae party
New wave, new rave
New wave, new rave
Tell you what, take a joyful sound
To make the world go 'round
don't be naughty
For it's a punky reggae party
New wave, new rave
New wave, new rave
Tell you what, take a joyful sound
To make the world go 'round
late man it's past the time
When she gives me good brain with her mastermind
Then we freak in the seats and I gas the ride
Monte Carlo
On the road real
evil, mayne
Said what's up to the nigga wearing all black at the white party
And I'm looking like I don't give a fuck
That's how I get down nigga
of roots
Dem deh ting de a ruff neck juice
2 slimy okra doctor fish soup
Don't you know, Lord
Now some man a deal woman like a bird dem a shoot
Never
dey where we dey
We don elevate
Enemies we annihilate
We make it cook in the kitchen like a sizzled steak
Eh
Oya come make we celebrate
Big man got
of roots
Dem deh ting de a bad bway juice
2 slimy okra doctor fish soup
Don't you know, Lord
Now some man a deal woman like a bird dem a shoot
Never sew di
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
It's on 'til the break of dawn
And we're starting this party from dusk
Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Dre
They see that low rider go by they're like,
youngin' in my other room, fuckin up my sheets
She tell 'em boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All
on
We gonna party on
We gonna party cause (Aye yo man, comin through)
The party don't stop tonight
I love the way you move
Love the way you groove
Love
youngin' in my other room, fuckin up my sheets
She tell 'em boy don't grab my hair because you're fuckin up my weave
I got a hundred bottles Ciroc boy
All
by the roots
Though my ghost is still with you
It hurts to watch you turn away
So I'm tearing out the truth
Don't walk away
Ripping out the root
and pull you by the roots
What the fuck you doing man, you poor excuse
Always on edge, man I keep it ten toes
Pull up to the party with my ten hoes
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