(feat. Greg Nice)
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[Scratches] "No static, got an automatic"
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[Scales]
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Too much of anything makes you an addict
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Take a nigga back down Tobacco Road
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I give my old soul what it's asking for
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I'm trying to find where them angels sing at
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Where X and King at
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So listen for the knowledge I bring back
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Cuz cigarette pack and a deuce bottle
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Blue collar, aint too much we can do, Father
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Taketh me, I live life so anxiously
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Tell me this is bout more than sex and buying weed
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Maybe, but anyway we, burn daily
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Sip Bailey's, early sex, unwanted babies
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Scream push till I push daisies, Pops raised me
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Through this blind crippled and crazy world
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I'm just riding along, see where it takes me
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Keep buying cars and rims until it breaks me
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I fold like bread on a loose sandwich, too damaged
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Still I gotta slow down and find a balance
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[Chorus:]
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No static, got an automatic
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Too much of anything makes you an addict
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[Skinny Deville]
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We spend a lot of long nights trying to make it hot like an open flame
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Smoking Jane posted on this porch I got this close to fame
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Without the Leroy, but we live forever Wooden Leather
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Slum is in my Village like them niggas up in Detroit (what up though)
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And I'm going for the gusto, every day is cutthroat
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But I don't give a fuck yo
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Gutter bread, slice it different ways I got some shit to say
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Split the Swisher, pack the hay, roll it up and hit the bitch
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Addicted to this country living, givin' it my all dog
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Raw till a fall y'all from here to California
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Went back again, traffickin' like Raj' "What's Happenin?"
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I'm traveling, looking for that Kill like I'm Bill ill
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In my own right left without my soul tight
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Roll through a cold night, swervin' on a country road
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Six pack of Michelobs, a Ol' with some funky Dro
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Too much of anything can make a playa lose control
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[Chorus:]
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No static, got an automatic
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Too much of anything makes you an addict
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[Scales]
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See I love my reefer, love my Guinness
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And I don't fit into society, I'm a menace
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Slap my balls on your rack like tennis
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And turn the Henny up and don't stop till I'm finished
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I'm pissy drunk, one shot might get me crunk
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Not to mention shorty rollin' up 50 blunts
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We got Nappy in this bitch
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Sticks to the bricks
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I'm a cowboy, dog
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It's to the fence
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[Skinny]
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We rollin 90 in the slow lane, with just enough to traffic
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Cross the line bout forty times a week on the average
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Forward and backwards, pack is like a sack lunch
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Ridin' dirty, high as fuck, puffin on a fat blunt
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What yo ass want, Nappy serve it all day
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Always keep a Caddy Hog and dog it's all wood
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Too much of anything can make you think it's all good
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Got a automatic Skinny Deville and we all should
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[Chorus:]
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No static, got an automatic
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Too much of anything makes you an addict
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No Static
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Nappy Roots |