[Scratches] "No static, got an automatic"

[Scales]
Too much of anything makes you an addict
Take a ni**a back down Tobacco Road
I give my old soul what it`s asking for
I`m trying to find where them angels sing at
Where X and King at
So listen for the knowledge I bring back
Cuz cigarette pack and a deuce bottle
Blue collar, aint 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 Bailey`s, early sex, unwanted babies
Scream push till I push daisies, Pops raised me
Through this blind crippled and crazy world
I`m just riding along, see where it takes me
Keep buying cars and rims until it breaks me
I fold like bread on a loose sandwich, too damaged
Still I gotta slow down and find a balance

[Chorus:]
No static, got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict

[Skinny Deville]
We spend a lot of long nights trying to make it hot like an open flame
Smoking Jane posted on this porch I got this close to fame
Without the Leroy, but we live forever Wooden Leather
Slum is in my Village like them ni**as up in Detroit (what up though)
And I`m going for the gusto, every day is cutthroat
But I don`t give a f**k yo
Gutter bread, slice it different ways I got some s**t to say
Split the Swisher, pack the hay, roll it up and hit the bitch
Addicted to this country living, givin` it my all dog
Raw till a fall y`all from here to California
Went back again, traffickin` like Raj` "What`s Happenin?"
I`m traveling, looking for that Kill like I`m Bill ill
In my own right left without my soul tight
Roll through a cold night, swervin` on a country road
Six pack of Michelobs, a Ol` with some funky Dro
Too much of anything can make a playa lose control

[Chorus:]
No static, got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict

[Scales]
See I love my reefer, love my Guinness
And I don`t fit into society, I`m a menace
Slap my balls on your rack like tennis
And turn the Henny up and don`t stop till I`m finished
I`m pissy drunk, one shot might get me crunk
Not to mention shorty rollin` up 50 blunts
We got Nappy in this bitch
Sticks to the bricks
I`m a cowboy, dog
It`s to the fence

[Skinny]
We rollin 90 in the slow lane, with just enough to traffic
Cross the line bout forty times a week on the average
Forward and backwards, pack is like a sack lunch
Ridin` dirty, high as f**k, puffin on a fat blunt
What yo ass want, Nappy serve it all day
Always keep a Caddy Hog and dog it`s all wood
Too much of anything can make you think it`s all good
Got a automatic Skinny Deville and we all should

[Chorus:]
No static, got an automatic
Too much of anything makes you an addict