No Static Lyrics - Greg Nice

No static, no static, got an automatic 

No static, no no static, no static, no static 

Too much of anything makes you an addict 

Take a nigga back to tobacco road 

I'd give my old soul what it's asking fo 

I'm trying to find where them angels sing at 

Where X and King at 

So listen for the knowledge I bring back 

Cause cigarette pack and deuce bottle 

Blue collar ain't too much we can do father 

Taketh me I live life so anxiously 

Tell me this is bout more than sex and buying weed 

Maybe but anyway we burn daily, sip baileys, early sex 

Unwanted babies, scream push till I push daises 

Pops raised me through this blind crooked and crazy world 

I'm just riding along see where it takes me 

Keep buying cars and rims until it breaks me 

I'm fold like bread on a loose sandwich, too damaged 

Still I've got to slow down and find a balance 

No static got an automatic 

Too much of anything makes you an addict 

No static got an automatic 

Too much of anything makes you an addict 

No no static got an automatic 

Too much of anything makes you an addict 

No no static got an automatic 

Too much of anything makes you an addict 

You spend a lot of long nights trying to make it like an open flame 

Smoking jane posted on this porch 

I got this close to fame without the Leroy 

But we live forever wood and leather 

Slum is in my village like them niggas in Detroit 

What up though? It's all or none and I'm going for the gusto 

And everyday is cut throat but I don't give a fuck yo 

Gutter bread slice it different ways 

I got some shit to say, split the swisher, pack the hay, 

Roll it up and hit the bitch 

Addicted to this country living giving it my all dog 

Raw till I fall y'all here to California 

And back again trafficking like Rog what's happening 

I'm traveling looking for the kill like I'm bill I'll 

My own right left without my soul tight 

Roll threw a cold night 

Swerving on a country road 

Six pack of Michalobs, o with some funky dro 

Two much of anything can make a nigga lose control 

No static got an automatic 

Too much of anything makes you an addict 

No static got an automatic 

Too much of anything makes you an addict 

No no static got an automatic 

Too much of anything makes you an addict 

No no static got an automatic 

Too much of anything makes you an addict 

See I love my reefa, love my ganets 

And I don't fit into society I'm a menace 

Slap my balls on ya rack like tennis 

And turn the henney up and don't stop till I'm finished 

I'm pissy drunk, one shot might get me crunk 

Not to mention shawty rollin' up like 50 blunts 

Got nappy in this bitch 

Sticks to the bricks 

I'm a cowboy dog it's to the face though mix 

We go ninety in the slow lane with just enough to traffic 

Cross the line 'bout forty times a week on an average 

Forward then backwards packaged like a sack lunch 

Ridin' dirty, high as fuck, puffin on a bad blunt 

What's ya ass want? Nappy serve it all day 

Always keep it caddy hoggin' dog it's all wood 

Too much of anything can make ya think it's all good 

Got an automatic skinny devil and we all should 

No static got an automatic 

No static, no no static 

Too much of anything makes you an addict 

Too much of anything makes you an addict