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Текст песни Nappy Roots - No Good

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(B Stille)Yooooo!I said Yooooo!For all them industry haters that said we couldn`t do it...This for my country thug street yeagas!You know we gon`[Hook]Smoke good, drink good, eat good, FleetwoodNickel bag of funk`ll make a country yeaga sleep goodYo` hood, my hood, tote heat, sho` shouldFolk round here be up to no good[Verse 1](Skinny Deville)My yeaga lookin like one of them daysI got a Franklin in my pocket, with this lint like a slaveAnd 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime payMoney spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-tonWindow tint, same ol` songLincoln on a sack, with the fifty-datBump my song, Get drunk, get it crunkCountry-fried, pack a bluntErything tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bumpIn a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a gaugeTurn the page, flip the scriptHit the script jump, shorty with the dumpIn the hatchback, ass fatNickel bag of funk, caught a skunk in a rat trapSat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass thatMashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, headed SouthWoodgrain, Pure Grain, hold it in and let it outBouncin` like a bunny hunny, tell the shorty set it outGet in where we fit in, we gon` try our best to sell it out[Hook 2x][Verse 2](B Stille)We makes it hot for `em, feel the flamesWho seperate the real from lamesYeaga B Stille`s his name(Where you from?)The Ville, LaGrange, to Mills and FaneLook how far Louisville`s done came!Now break it downI like my pockets fatAnd my weed greenAnd my liquor brownAnd my hens cleanWith they panties downAnd a beat that keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncinCheck, checkMy mic vocals, is like choke-holdsFetch the billfold that my cheese is inAnd purchase a nickel to help me breathe againI`m from a place where blood spills and stainsFilled with drug deals and gangsYeagas with gold grills and thangsDrink up, fill ya tanks, spill ya drinksIt`s Nappy, dawg, untamedSouthern slang, unchangedWe sendin` slugs through ya brain(Fuck what you know, good)And all my thugs, for the sane[Hook 2x][Verse 2](Fish Scales)A cool cat, with a pimp hatCup fulla Gin-JackDreaded out, throwin up deucesWhen I`m headed outSlice it up and bet it out, 5-0-4Throw the prices up and set it outReal niggaz never doubtSwerve to the calico, give me a deuce of thatMake it 2 of that, pack a tip, flush a OptimoKeep the change, got to goFlirt, tryna talk dirtyGeorgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk jerseyHit me up if you get off earlyThen I dap out, so cleanYo honey actin` mo` meanNapped-out, momma asking me "What`s all that `bout?"Say I got big plans, look slim but mapped-outCountry boy with country gameNever spittin` nothin` lameGet paid to rap, still a dap like ain`t nothin` changedMy shit stay Nappy, split ends stay happyBad threads must`ve came from his pappy[Hook until end]

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