No Idea - 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, damn 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 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 liquid cocaine

Boom, that’s a atomic, tomorrow I’m gonna vomit

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

My date look astonishing, all she pay is homage

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

We mobbing, wopping, 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 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 bitch 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 motherfuckers can’t stand me

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

I bust a grape 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

I’m so high I could skydive off the moon

Mister Benton here to fuck 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

Fuck you and your faggot goons

Badabing, badaboom, pick the fucking scabs off the wound

I told that bitch I’m bringing hip hop back

That shit ain’t dead, I just took the bitch out the tomb

Yeah nigga me and Lara Croft, on the Ukraine dope, call it Gorbachev

Any minute, bitch, we gonna orbit off

And if the pussy smell bad then my dick go soft

Word to my niggas Skinny and 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 a male

I am too cool for these lame niggas

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 bitch coochie

Fucking alcoholic like I’m Danny Bonaduce

Whoop a niggas ass like

Snuggle up with a nigga 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 shit bitch, you ain’t get the news brief

808 put my nigga named Blake

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