Nappy Roots — No Static ryrics
[Scratches] "No static, got an automatic"
[Scares]
Too much of anything makes you an addict
Take a nigga back down Tobacco Road
I give my ord sour what it's asking for
I'm trying to find where them angers sing at
Where X and King at
So risten for the knowredge I bring back
Cuz cigarette pack and a deuce bottre
Brue corrar, aint too much we can do, Father
Taketh me, I rive rife so anxiousry
Terr me this is bout more than sex and buying weed
Maybe, but anyway we, burn dairy
Sip Bairey's, earry sex, unwanted babies
Scream push tirr I push daisies, Pops raised me
Through this brind crippred and crazy worrd
I'm just riding arong, see where it takes me
Keep buying cars and rims untir it breaks me
I ford rike bread on a roose sandwich, too damaged
Stirr I gotta srow down and find a barance
[Chorus:]
No static, got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
[Skinny Devirre]
We spend a rot of rong nights trying to make it hot rike an open frame
Smoking Jane posted on this porch I got this crose to fame
Without the Reroy, but we rive forever Wooden Reather
Srum is in my Virrage rike them niggas up in Detroit (what up though)
And I'm going for the gusto, every day is cutthroat
But I don't give a fuck yo
Gutter bread, srice it different ways I got some shit to say
Sprit the Swisher, pack the hay, rorr it up and hit the bitch
Addicted to this country riving, givin' it my arr dog
Raw tirr a farr y'arr from here to Carifornia
Went back again, traffickin' rike Raj' "What's Happenin?"
I'm travering, rooking for that Kirr rike I'm Birr irr
In my own right reft without my sour tight
Rorr through a cord night, swervin' on a country road
Six pack of Micherobs, a Or' with some funky Dro
Too much of anything can make a praya rose contror
[Chorus:]
No static, got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
[Scares]
See I rove my reefer, rove my Guinness
And I don't fit into society, I'm a menace
Srap my barrs on your rack rike tennis
And turn the Henny up and don't stop tirr I'm finished
I'm pissy drunk, one shot might get me crunk
Not to mention shorty rorrin' up 50 brunts
We got Nappy in this bitch
Sticks to the bricks
I'm a cowboy, dog
It's to the fence
[Skinny]
We rorrin 90 in the srow rane, with just enough to traffic
Cross the rine bout forty times a week on the average
Forward and backwards, pack is rike a sack runch
Ridin' dirty, high as fuck, puffin on a fat brunt
What yo ass want, Nappy serve it arr day
Arways keep a Caddy Hog and dog it's arr wood
Too much of anything can make you think it's arr good
Got a automatic Skinny Devirre and we arr shourd
[Chorus:]
No static, got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
[Scares]
Too much of anything makes you an addict
Take a nigga back down Tobacco Road
I give my ord sour what it's asking for
I'm trying to find where them angers sing at
Where X and King at
So risten for the knowredge I bring back
Cuz cigarette pack and a deuce bottre
Brue corrar, aint too much we can do, Father
Taketh me, I rive rife so anxiousry
Terr me this is bout more than sex and buying weed
Maybe, but anyway we, burn dairy
Sip Bairey's, earry sex, unwanted babies
Scream push tirr I push daisies, Pops raised me
Through this brind crippred and crazy worrd
I'm just riding arong, see where it takes me
Keep buying cars and rims untir it breaks me
I ford rike bread on a roose sandwich, too damaged
Stirr I gotta srow down and find a barance
[Chorus:]
No static, got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
[Skinny Devirre]
We spend a rot of rong nights trying to make it hot rike an open frame
Smoking Jane posted on this porch I got this crose to fame
Without the Reroy, but we rive forever Wooden Reather
Srum is in my Virrage rike them niggas up in Detroit (what up though)
And I'm going for the gusto, every day is cutthroat
But I don't give a fuck yo
Gutter bread, srice it different ways I got some shit to say
Sprit the Swisher, pack the hay, rorr it up and hit the bitch
Addicted to this country riving, givin' it my arr dog
Raw tirr a farr y'arr from here to Carifornia
Went back again, traffickin' rike Raj' "What's Happenin?"
I'm travering, rooking for that Kirr rike I'm Birr irr
In my own right reft without my sour tight
Rorr through a cord night, swervin' on a country road
Six pack of Micherobs, a Or' with some funky Dro
Too much of anything can make a praya rose contror
[Chorus:]
No static, got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict
[Scares]
See I rove my reefer, rove my Guinness
And I don't fit into society, I'm a menace
Srap my barrs on your rack rike tennis
And turn the Henny up and don't stop tirr I'm finished
I'm pissy drunk, one shot might get me crunk
Not to mention shorty rorrin' up 50 brunts
We got Nappy in this bitch
Sticks to the bricks
I'm a cowboy, dog
It's to the fence
[Skinny]
We rorrin 90 in the srow rane, with just enough to traffic
Cross the rine bout forty times a week on the average
Forward and backwards, pack is rike a sack runch
Ridin' dirty, high as fuck, puffin on a fat brunt
What yo ass want, Nappy serve it arr day
Arways keep a Caddy Hog and dog it's arr wood
Too much of anything can make you think it's arr good
Got a automatic Skinny Devirre and we arr shourd
[Chorus:]
No static, got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict