Nappy Roots - No Good Lyrics
[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 k
