flo rida
r.o.o.t.s
Chorus I’m talking’ bout roots I can’t hate where I’m from Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me) I came from the bottom of the slums But now I got me...me That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking bout roots Verse 1 Hey I can’t be mad at what ya’ll meet ahead I don’t regret my ghetto struggle due to my success It ain’t that beautiful to write on overcoming stress Top Ramen noodles thank pappy for the fact I was fed Look at me now but all before hey Mr Skid Row The dirty south ain’t just a name the way I’ve been poor The projects burnin’ white, I call it gizmo Went from a gun to them cars in a Jigga video Can’t find a meal to a mil, only God know it No record deal to a deal, I work hard for it Can I live to I’m livin’ like my Momma told it Before you rip it, gotta sew it Yeah Chorus I’m talking’ bout roots I can’t hate where I’m from Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me) I came from the bottom of the slums But now I got me...me That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking bout roots Verse 2 Hey, still on my coupe but can’t take Somebody had to be just to get away My sister had to leave, I respect her stayin safe Oh yea I had to grieve but I’m stronger to this day Pain, I can’t ignore it, you might say I’m ignorant I’m mistakin’ for courage, which victory so gorgeous Make it through two Bush, I can make it through any forest Hunger gave me the wish, but the bottom is so important 37 ave and 187 street, Miami (Karat city), now I’m part of a legacy I’m thankful for the hood, what is love without jealousy There’s only five letters really help me Chorus I’m talking’ bout roots I can’t hate where I’m from Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me) I came from the bottom of the slums But now I got me...me That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking bout roots Verse 3 Hey I know the seeds been planted It’s damaging my soul but my dreams been granted That triple life towards, much deeper than nurse planet What could I want more than redoing I never planned it Gets no lower than a grabbin’ on your feet A man will stand for nothin’if he fall off with the feet A baller and a hitter all in the street If you look beneath the sand then we all need a crease Roots before the branches, roots before mansions Roots before your paper crazier than Marilyn Manson Roots with your grandparents, roots under your canvas Roots whether you black, white, or Spanish Chorus I’m talking’ bout roots I can’t hate where I’m from Cause where I’m from made me (Cause where I’m from made me) I came from the bottom of the slums But now I got me...me That’s because of my roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking’ bout roots (Yeah, Yeah, Yeeeaaahh) I’m talking bout roots