Текст (слова) песни: Nappy Roots - No Good

(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, 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

[Verse 1]
(Skinny Deville)
My yeaga lookin like one of them days
I got a Franklin 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, ass 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

[Hook 2x]

[Verse 2]
(B Stille)
We makes it hot for `em, feel the flames
Who seperate the real from lames
Yeaga B 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 weed green
And my liquor brown
And my hens clean
With they panties down
And a beat that keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin

Check, check
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 drug 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 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 hat
Cup fulla Gin-Jack
Dreaded out, throwin 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 `bout?"
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 shit stay Nappy, split ends stay happy
Bad threads must`ve came from his pappy

[Hook until end]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Nappy Roots - No Good (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, 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 [Verse 1] (Skinny Deville) My yeaga lookin like one of them days I got a Franklin 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, ass 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 [Hook 2x] [Verse 2] (B Stille) We makes it hot for `em, feel the flames Who seperate the real from lames Yeaga B 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 weed green And my liquor brown And my hens clean With they panties down And a beat that keep my yeagas bouncin, bouncin, bouncin, bouncin Check, check 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 drug 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 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 hat Cup fulla Gin-Jack Dreaded out, throwin 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 `bout?" 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 shit stay Nappy, split ends stay happy Bad threads must`ve came from his pappy [Hook until end] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни No Good: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/113/1/15974.html Все тексты песен: Nappy Roots » Nappy Roots - Intro » Nappy Roots - My Ride » Nappy Roots - Awnaw » Nappy Roots - One Forty » Nappy Roots - Sell It Out » Nappy Roots - These Walls » Nappy Roots - One Forty » Nappy Roots - Watermelon, Chicken, & Gritz » Nappy Roots - Set it Out » Nappy Roots - Life`s a B**** » Nappy Roots - Start it Over » Nappy Roots - Ho Down » Nappy Roots - War/Peace » Nappy Roots - Po` Folks » Nappy Roots - Kentucky Mud » Nappy Roots - awnaw3 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Nappy Roots - awnaw2 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Nappy Roots - Headz Up (Refried) » Nappy Roots - Ho Down » Nappy Roots - Roll Again Рекомендуем скачать: » Евгения Козина - Ну, здравствуйте! Который век... » Елена Гурфинкель - Азову » Елена Бушуева - Видно, мне судьба: прыгнуть льву на спину... » Евгений Клячкин - Валаам » Евгений Романов - Мой бедный доктор » Евгений Клячкин - Ах, Израиль! » Елена Фролова - Шаганэ ты моя, Шаганэ!.. » Евгений Матвеев - Кто едет, тот и правит » Евгения Власова - Ветер надежды » Ефим Ташлицкий - Хрустальными льдинками в плен взят фисташковый куст... » Евгений Романов - Блюз Сестрица » Елена Гурфинкель - Лилит » Егор и опизденевшие - Иваново детство » Евгений Романов - Рыжий клоун » Евгений Бачурин - Ты негаданный, нежданный... » Евгений Банников - Год крысы » Елена Казанцева - Я живу на расстоянии » Евгений Муравьев, Олег Куприев - Дилижанс » Елена Казанцева - Как хорошо, что жизнь проста... » Елена Фролова - Никому не скажешь...
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