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No Static At All

3RD Bass1994年1月1日

No Static At All 歌詞

No Static At All - 3RD Bass

No static at alllllll

 

Beef not needed to waste one

Cause trouble don't feed the bass drum

Some so feeble so play the hoodlum

A humdrum liver in bedlam

Bet your last buck you don't laugh to this

Your horse came last behind the cactus

Back so strong you thought wrong a fallacy

The groove will whip and flip cause it has to be

In there like belvedere in his underwear

On the new year my dear so make it clear

I'm gonna ask do you wanna live small

Static nah troop none at all

 

Why meddle in the middle of a ruckus

Sip slowly on snapple in hand

Not these hands of mine holding clippers

Slip and clip your flat-top to ceasar

Ease your ego I go toe to toe

Throw my voice like I throw my yo-yo

And ho ho ho on the mic is life support

And toward a crumb static ain't my sport

I swing to this serch swings to that

And as you noticed they always wear hats

Boots and loops produced by prince paul

Slaps ya skull no static at all

 

Static mixed in but it don't cling

To a fat rope d**e gucci link or an earring

Hand now groping for snaping

But the hand is used to get skins

Skim the cream but it seems you still rise

For some who lives more now life lifesize

All are lepers in my swingdom

Groups and troops get friends and they bring them

In goes props so pop till the mornin'

Home to the young pop still snorin'

Wake up you blackhead and heed the call

Aiyyo no static at all

 

I flip on kicks my dj tricks

The aka code name richie rich

Da-da-daddy rich

 

Daddy daddy rich

 

Da-da-daddy rich you never watch him on tv

Straight no takes the iron had eastbridge

Full on 1210's flippin' the beats

 

Some bust nuts daddy rich bust cuts

Such transform over rhythms on dust

I rush this rhythm hold like mingus

I swing this joint no static to sting this

 

A b**ch's brew who gyro

Scabs can't craft what only the fly knows

Got skins all in on scheamin

Scandalous hooks grab on to what's gleamin'

I'm seemin' vexed in my rhymin' texts

Opened up shop to chop off the head next

I put off punks like junk so sporadic

Stashed away like old drawers in my attic

Or drawers on my legs figures what I says

Snack on jolly rancher or orange pez

Yep this ain't no collect call

So peace yo pete

No static at all

 

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