[00:06.17]Scratches "No static, got an automatic"
[00:17.13](Scales)
[00:18.13]Too much of anything makes you an addict
[00:20.16]Take a nigga back down Tobacco Road
[00:22.48]I give my old soul what it's asking for
[00:24.83]I'm trying to find where them angels sing at
[00:26.61]Where X and King at
[00:27.95]So listen for the knowledge I bring back
[00:29.82]Cuz cigarette pack and a deuce bottle
[00:31.65]Blue collar, ain't too much we can do, Father
[00:34.02]Taketh me, I live life so anxiously
[00:36.81]Tell me this is bout more than sex and buying weed
[00:39.36]Maybe, but anyway we, burn daily
[00:41.27]Sip Bailey's, early sex, unwanted babies
[00:44.74]Scream push till I push daisies, Pops raised me
[00:47.40]Through this blind crippled and crazy world
[00:49.71]I'm just riding along, see where it takes me
[00:51.76]Keep buying cars and rims until it breaks me
[00:54.19]I fold like bread on a loose sandwich, too damaged
[00:56.75]Still I gotta slow down and find a balance
[00:58.63]Chorus:
[00:58.96]No static, got an automatic
[01:01.40]Too much of anything makes you an addict
[01:16.96](Skinny Deville)
[01:17.96]We spend a lot of long nights trying to make it hot like an open flame
[01:20.69]Smoking Jane posted on this porch I got this close to fame
[01:23.25]Without the Leroy, but we live forever Wooden Leather
[01:26.06]Slum is in my Village like them niggas up in Detroit (what up though)
[01:28.94]And I'm going for the gusto, every day is cutthroat
[01:31.71]But I don't give a fuck yo
[01:32.88]Gutter bread, slice it different ways I got some shit to say
[01:35.32]Split the Swisher, pack the hay, roll it up and hit the bitch
[01:37.93]Addicted to this country living, givin' it my all dog
[01:40.08]Raw till a fall y'all from here to California
[01:42.50]Went back again, traffickin' like Raj' "What's Happenin?"
[01:45.05]I'm traveling, looking for that Kill like I'm Bill ill
[01:47.68]In my own right left without my soul tight
[01:49.90]Roll through a cold night, swervin' on a country road
[01:52.24]Six pack of Michelobs, a Ol' with some funky Dro
[01:54.72]Too much of anything can make a playa lose control
[01:56.91]Chorus:
[01:57.20]No static, got an automatic
[01:59.76]Too much of anything makes you an addict
[02:15.44](Scales)
[02:16.44]See I love my reefer, love my Guinness
[02:18.92]And I don't fit into society, I'm a menace
[02:21.26]Slap my balls on your rack like tennis
[02:23.74]And turn the Henny up and don't stop till I'm finished
[02:26.15]I'm pissy drunk, one shot might get me crunk
[02:28.78]Not to mention shorty rollin' up 50 blunts
[02:31.30]We got Nappy in this bitch
[02:33.04]Sticks to the bricks
[02:34.03]I'm a cowboy, dog
[02:34.75]It's to the fence
[02:34.79](Skinny)
[02:35.79]We rollin 90 in the slow lane, with just enough to traffic
[02:38.25]Cross the line bout forty times a week on the average
[02:40.88]Forward and backwards, pack is like a sack lunch
[02:43.20]Ridin' dirty, high as fuck, puffin on a fat blunt
[02:46.04]What yo ass want, Nappy serve it all day
[02:48.02]Always keep a Caddy Hog and dog it's all wood
[02:50.68]Too much of anything can make you think it's all good
[02:53.05]Got a automatic Skinny Deville and we all should
[02:54.92]Chorus:
[02:55.35]No static, got an automatic
[03:12.92]Too much of anything makes you an addict