Nappy Roots feat. Greg Nice No Static Lyrics

The Humdinger Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 Beads and Braids
  • 3 On My Way to GA
  • 4 Pole Position
  • 5 Flex
  • 6 Swerve and Lean
  • 7 Good Day
  • 8 Down 'n' Out
  • 9 Tinted Up
  • 10 Fresh
  • 11 Kalifornia Dreamin'
  • 12 Who Got It
  • 13 No Static
  • 14 Don't Stop (feat. Groove Chambers)
  • 15 Panic Room
  • 16 Small Town
  • No static, no static, got an automatic
    No static, no no static, no static, no static
    Too much of anything makes you an addict

    Take a ***** back to tobacco road
    I'd give my old soul what it's asking fo
    I'm trying to find where them angels sing at
    Where X and King at
    So listen for the knowledge I bring back
    Cause cigarette pack and deuce bottle
    Blue collar ain't too much we can do father
    Taketh me I live life so anxiously
    Tell me this is bout more than sex and buying weed
    Maybe but anyway we burn daily, sip baileys, early sex
    Unwanted babies, scream push till I push daises
    Pops raised me through this blind crooked and crazy world
    I'm just riding along see where it takes me
    Keep buying cars and rims until it breaks me
    I'm fold like bread on a loose sandwich, too damaged
    Still I've got to slow down and find a balance

    No static got an automatic
    Too much of anything makes you an addict
    No static got an automatic
    Too much of anything makes you an addict
    No no static got an automatic
    Too much of anything makes you an addict
    No no static got an automatic
    Too much of anything makes you an addict

    You spend a lot of long nights trying to make it like an open flame
    Smoking jane posted on this porch
    I got this close to fame without the Leroy
    But we live forever wood and leather
    Slum is in my village like them *****s in Detroit
    What up though? It's all or none and I'm going for the gusto
    And everyday is cut throat but I don't give a **** yo
    Gutter bread slice it different ways
    I got some **** to say, split the swisher, pack the hay,
    Roll it up and hit the *****
    Addicted to this country living giving it my all dog
    Raw till I fall y'all here to California
    And back again trafficking like Rog what's happening
    I'm traveling looking for the kill like I'm bill I'll
    My own right left without my soul tight
    Roll threw a cold night
    Swerving on a country road
    Six pack of Michalobs, o with some funky dro
    Two much of anything can make a ***** lose control

    No static got an automatic
    Too much of anything makes you an addict
    No static got an automatic
    Too much of anything makes you an addict
    No no static got an automatic
    Too much of anything makes you an addict
    No no static got an automatic
    Too much of anything makes you an addict

    See I love my reefa, love my ganets
    And I don't fit into society I'm a menace
    Slap my balls on ya rack like tennis
    And turn the henney up and don't stop till I'm finished
    I'm pissy drunk, one shot might get me crunk
    Not to mention shawty rollin' up like 50 blunts
    Got nappy in this *****
    Sticks to the bricks
    I'm a cowboy dog it's to the face though mix

    We go ninety in the slow lane with just enough to traffic
    Cross the line 'bout forty times a week on an average
    Forward then backwards packaged like a sack lunch
    Ridin' dirty, high as ****, puffin on a bad blunt
    What's ya *** want? Nappy serve it all day
    Always keep it caddy hoggin' dog it's all wood
    Too much of anything can make ya think it's all good
    Got an automatic skinny devil and we all should

    No static got an automatic
    No static, no no static
    Too much of anything makes you an addict
    Too much of anything makes you an addict

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