Nappy Roots - No Idea lyrics

rate me

ft. Jarren Benton

Rozay, rozay, wide tops, rozay

Serve light, bud light, wide tops then hoes say

‘60’s, bang it, I don’t shoot, I slang it

‘30’s, Pablo, no thanks, just hanging

Shrooms keep me up, shrooms keep me up

My blunts catching on fire, damn it, I see red drugs

My eyes may be rolling but damn me, I’m holy

I’m just outside my body, that’s some shit I ain’t controlling

Damn, I think I’m hit, man down, mayday

Damn, I’m drunk as hell, I could tell it must be payday

Bootleg, Billy Four, ’93 octane

Smoking on that green crack, sipping lean, quit cocaine

Boom, that’s a tummy ache, tomorrow I’m gonna vomit

Tonight I’m gonna talk shit then hit the streets and run it

My date look astonished, I’m just paying homage

Told her love me now ‘cause when I come down I plummet

We mobbing, wiping, San Diego, we charging

90 all the way to Boston, fuck the laws, we dodging

Steve Austin, six milli’, dead presidential, hood presidential

Hotter than fresh chilly, we conjure out here Billy

Oh really, oh mighty, Lord have mercy, make this worthy

16 bars and flawless verses, ride the wave, don’t fight it

Roll it up then light it, mean look but I’m excited

Kick a bad bitch that go both ways, you know a 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, higher the plane I’m landing

These haters wanna see us crash and burn

These motherfuckers can’t stand me

In Vegas, Miami, Kentucky raised, I’m fucking paid

I bust a great just like your head, spontaneous, no planning

Call the law, I dare you, we hit the bitch, you murder

Live ain’t fair but don’t blame us, it sucks, nobody ain’t tell you

Yeah, I’m so high I could skydive off the moon

Mister big hit fuck off your afternoon

I got a bag of shrooms and a hoe to suck me like a vacuum do

I’m so off I should rap inside a padded room

Fuck you and your faggot goons

Badabing, badaboom, kick the fucking scabs off the wound

I told that bitch I’m making hip hop back there

Shit ain’t there, I just took the bitch out of tune

Yeah, nigga, million dollar craft, in a U plane, call it Gorbachev

Any minute, bitch, we gonna orbit off

And if the pussy smell bad then my dick gonna solve

Word to my nigga skinny as scales

We put his body in the ocean where amphibians dwell

The grim reaper of rap, I’mma send him to hell

And you the type of nigga that’ll stick his dick in the mail

I am too cool for these niggas

Can go on all day, never change, nigga

Get dough, tryna stack my bread up

To the point…adios when I’m out the bitch coochie

Fuck it…

I talk to myself ‘cause these niggas all fake

Reptilian, I bet these niggas all snakes

We gonna get cake

Fuck it, let these niggas all hate