Paroles:
Roots The Wake Up Everybody

a little help, y?all Yes I do, need a little help Need a little help, y?all ay Wake up everybody Wake up everybody Wake up everybody

a little help, y?all Yes I do, need a little help Need a little help, y?all ay Wake up everybody Wake up everybody Wake up everybody

Wake up, everybody Wake up, everybody Need a little help, y?all Yes I do, need a little help Need a little help, y?all ay Wake up everybody Wake up everybody

ain't no love left, fuck all of my foes and friends Motherfuckers don't fuck with Ro, unless that nigga be rolling in ends I need to wake up, instead

Red Bandana) [Verse 2:] Chea Chea Im A Gangbanger Don't Get It Fucked Up You Aint Never Bang, You Aint Never Laces Chucks Up So How The Fuck You Gon

envy I got my contract in 1993 and I shall proceed Chorus: repeat 2X I shall, proceed And continue, to rock the mic Verse Two: I wake up early in

giant fireball And everybody died! Except for me. You know why? 'Cause I had my tray table up And my seat back in the full upright position Had my tray table up

a man And they're callin' me Where my roots run deep Deep down This is good ground I drove all night then I stopped the car Said, "Wake up kids Here

you got me You build me up, you break me down My heart, it pounds, yeah, you got me With my hands up, put your hands up Put your hands up Now the party