Nappy Roots - No Idea lyrics

[Verse 1: 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 sh** 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 c**aine Boom, that's a atomic, tomorrow I'm gonna vomit Tonight I'm gonna talk sh** 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 [Verse 2: Nappy Roots] We mobbing, wopping, San Diego, we charging 90 all the way to Boston, f** 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 b**h 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 motherf**ers can't stand me In Vegas, Miami, Kentucky raised, I'm f**ing paid I bust a grape just like your head, spontaneous, no planning Call the law, I dare you, we hit the b**h, you murder Live ain't fair but don't blame us, it s**s, nobody ain't tell you [Verse 3: Jarren Benton] I'm so high I could skydive off the moon Mister Benton here to f** up your afternoon I got a bag of shrooms and a ho to s** me like a vacuum I'm so off I should rap inside a padded room f** you and your f*ggot goons Badabing, badaboom, pick the f**ing scabs off the wound I told that b**h I'm bringing hip hop back That sh** ain't dead, I just took the b**h out the tomb Yeah n***a me and Lara Croft, on the Ukraine dope, call it Gorbachev Any minute, b**h, we gonna orbit off And if the p**y smell bad then my dick go soft Word to my n***as 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 n***a that'll stick his dick in a male I am too cool for these lame n***as 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 b**h coochie f**ing alcoholic like I'm Danny Bonaduce Whoop a n***as a** like [?] Snuggle up with a n***a 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 sh** b**h, you ain't get the news brief 808 put my n***a named Blake I talk to myself cause these n***as all fake Reptilian, I bet these n***as all snakes We gonna get cake f** it, let these n***as all hate