nappy roots - no idea lyrics
[verse 1: nappy roots]
rozay, rozay, wide tops, rozay
cîroc, bud light, wide tops then hoes say
’60’s, bang it, i don’t shoot, i slang it
’30’s, pop it, no thanks, just hanging
shrooms keep me up, shrooms keep me up
my blunt’s catching on fire, d-mn it, i see red trucks
my eyes may be rolling but that don’t mean i’m holy
i’m just outside my body and that’s some sh-t i ain’t controlling
d-mn, i think i’m hit, man down, mayday
d-mn, i’m drunk as h-ll, i could tell it must be payday
bootleg, billy four, ’93 octane
smoking on that green crack, sipping liquid cocaine
boom, that’s a atomic, tomorrow i’m gonna vomit
tonight i’m gonna talk sh-t then hit the streets and run it
my date look astonished, all she pay is homage
told her love me now cause when i come down i plummet
[verse 2: nappy roots]
we mobbing, wopping, san diego, we charging
90 all the way to boston, f-ck the laws, we dodging
steve austin, six milli’, dead presidential, hood presidential
hotter than fresh chili, we country, not hillbilly
oh really, oh mighty, lord have mercy, make this worth it
16 bars of flawless verses, ride the wave, don’t fight it
roll it up then light it, mean mug but i’m excited
keep a bad b-tch that go both ways, you know her partner’s invited
vacation, vacation, two bad broads in one location
one in the cut, one on deck, i keep ’em in rotation
ovation, outstanding, high as a plane, i’m landing
these haters want to see us crash and burn
these motherf-ckers can’t stand me
in vegas, miami, kentucky raised, i’m f-cking paid
i bust a grape just like your head, spontaneous, no planning
call the law, i dare you, we hit the b-tch, you murder
live ain’t fair but don’t blame us, it sucks, n0body ain’t tell you
[verse 3: jarren benton]
i’m so high i could skydive off the moon
mister benton here to f-ck up your afternoon
i got a bag of shrooms and a ho to suck me like a vacuum
i’m so off i should rap inside a padded room
f-ck you and your f-ggot goons
badabing, badaboom, pick the f-cking scabs off the wound
i told that b-tch i’m bringing hip hop back
that sh-t ain’t dead, i just took the b-tch out the tomb
yeah n-gga me and lara croft, on the ukraine dope, call it gorbachev
any minute, b-tch, we gonna orbit off
and if the p-ssy smell bad then my d-ck go soft
word to my n-ggas skinny and scales
we put his body in the ocean where amphibians dwell
the grim reaper of rap, i’mma send him to h-ll
and you the type of n-gga that’ll stick his d-ck in a male
i am too cool for these lame n-ggas
hangar 1 all day, never change liquor
get dough, tryna stack my bread up
to the point that me and the 1 percent make the same figures
adios when i’m out the b-tch coochie
f-cking alcoholic like i’m danny bonaduce
whoop a n-ggas -ss like ?
snuggle up with a n-gga in the mall like gucci
i put a hole in your kufi
word to minister farrakhan and bruce lee
i write pain on the loose leaf
i’m the sh-t b-tch, you ain’t get the news brief
808 put my n-gga named blake
i talk to myself cause these n-ggas all fake
reptilian, i bet these n-ggas all snakes
we gonna get cake
f-ck it, let these n-ggas all hate
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