VERSE 1:
She always kick it up at the corner store
She don't wait for anyone anymore
Always cool, when she step out the door
She's the one you want when the rain come pour
She no go for, fancy clothes or them cars
You'll never find her in them diso bars
She don't debate with primary colors
She is the fire when you need some more
Rootsie Roots and a puff she puff
Nuff she Loots and a rough she rough
Rootsie Roots and a puff she puff
I don't want her to know that I love her so
VERSE 2:
She always got the roots on the radio
She always grow the ganja outside her door
Her skin is smooth like a golden crème
She comes on me in my sweetest dreams
She don't gotta go to my school anymore
She come to me leaving her tricks at the door
Her dreadlocks roll down onto the floor
She my empress I'm her emperor
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