No Good (Explicit) 歌詞
No Good (Explicit) - Nappy Roots
Yoo
I said Yoo
For all them industry haters
That said we couldn't do it
This for my country thug street yeagas
You know we gon'
Smoke good drink good
Eat good Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a
Country yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood my hood
Yote heat sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good
My yeaga looking like one of them days
I got a Frankling in my pocket
With this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name
Tryna make this crime pay
Money spent Ben gone
Left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint same ol' song
Lincoln on a sack
With the fifty dat
Bump my song
Get drunk get it crunk
Country-fried pack a blunt
Erything tight
Volume 2 off in the trunk bump
In a slump head shot got
Me pumped like a gauge
Turn the page flip the script
Hit the script jump
Shorty with the dump
In the hatchback a** fat
Nickel bag of funk
Caught a skunk in a rat trap
Sat back hit it once
Hit it twice pass that
Mashed out Fleetwood
Cadillac headed South
Woodgrain Pure Grain
Hold it in and let it out
Bouncin' like a bunny hunny
Tell the shorty set it out
Get in where we fit in
We gon' try our best to sell it out
Smoke good drink good
Eat good Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a
Country yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood my hood
Tote heat sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good
Smoke good drink good
Eeat good Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a
Country yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood my hood
Tote heat sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good
We makes it hot for 'em
Feel the flames
Who separate the real from lames
Yeaga be Stille's his name
Where you from
The Ville LaGrange
To Mills and Fane
Look how far Louisville's done came
Now break it down
I like my pockets fat
And my w**d green
And my liquor brown
And my hens clean
With they panties down
And a beat that keep my yeagas
Bouncin bouncin bouncin bouncin
My mic vocals
Is like choke holds
Fetch the billfold that my cheese is in
And purchase a nickel to
Help me breathe again
I'm from a place where
Blood spills and stains
Filled with d**g deals and gangs
Yeagas with gold grills and thangs
Drink up fill ya tanks spill ya drinks
It's Nappy dawg untamed
Southern slang unchanged
We sendin' slugs through you brain
F**k what you know good
And all my thugs for the sane
You know be go
Smoke good drink good
Eat good Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a
Country yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood my hood
Tote heat sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good
Smoke good drink good
Eat good Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a
Country yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood my hood
Tote heat sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good
A cool cat with a pimp hat
Cup fulla Gin Jack
Dreaded out throwing up deuces
When I'm headed out
Slice it up and bet it out 5-0-4
Throw the prices up and set it out
Real niggaz never doubt
Swerve to the calico
Give me a deuce of that
Make it 2 of that
Pack a tip flush a Optimo
Keep the change got to go
Flirt tryna talk dirty
Georgia bred you can
Tell by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off early
Then I dap out so clean
Yo honey actin' mo' mean
Napped out momma asking
Me What's all that about
Say I got big plans
Look slim but mapped out
Country boy with country game
Never spittin' nothin' lame
Get paid to rap
Still a dap like ain't nothin' changed
My sh*t stay Nappy
Split ends stay happy
Bad threads must've came from his pappy
Smoke good drink good
Eat good Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a
Country yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood my hood
Tote heat sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good
Smoke good drink good
Eat good Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a
Country yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood my hood
Tote heat sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good
Smoke good drink good
Eat good Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a
Country yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood my hood
Tote heat sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good
Smoke good drink good
Eat good Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a
Country yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood my hood
Tote heat sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good