מילים לשיר No Good – Nappy Roots

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' 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 (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 HamilWindow tint, same ol' song
Lincoln on a sack, with the fiftyBump my song, Get drunk, get it crunk
CountryErything tight, Volume 2 off in the trunk, bump
In a slump, headTurn 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
MashedWoodgrain, 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 (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 k.