Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Static At All, artist - 3rd Bass. Album song Best Of 3rd Bass, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.09.2015
Record label: DEF JAM, Universal Music
Song language: English
No Static At All |
| Beef not needed to waste one |
| cause trouble don’t feed the bass drum |
| Some so feeble, so play the hoodlum |
| A humdrum liver in bedlam |
| Bet your last buck, you don’t laugh to this |
| Your horse came last behind the cactus |
| Back so strong, you thought wrong a fallacy |
| The groove will whip and flip cause it has to be in there, like Belvedere in his underwear |
| on the new year, my dear, so make it clear |
| I’m gonna ask do you wanna live small? |
| Static? |
| Nah troop, none at all |
| Why meddle in the middle of a ruckus |
| ? |
| sip slowly on Snapple in hand |
| Not these hands of mine holdin clippers |
| Slip and clip your flat-top to ceasar |
| Ease your ego, I go toe to toe |
| Throw my voice like I throw my yo-yo |
| And ho ho ho, on the mic is life support |
| and toward a crumb static ain’t my sport |
| I swing to this, Serch swings to that |
| And as you noticed, they always wear hats |
| Boots and loops produced by Prince Paul |
| Slaps ya skull, no static at all |
| Static mixed in but it don’t cling |
| to a fat rope dope Gucci link or an earring |
| Hand now gropin for? |
| but the hand is used to get skins |
| Skim the cream but it seems you still rise |
| For some who lives more, now life lifesize |
| All are lepers in my swingdom |
| Groups and troops get friends and they bring them |
| In goes props so pop til the mornin |
| Home to the young, pop still snorin |
| Wake up you blackhead and heed the call |
| Aiyyo, no static at all |
| I flip on kicks, my DJ tricks |
| The a.k.a code name Richie Rich |
| Daddy Rich, you never watch him on TV? |
| Straight no takes, the iron had Eastbridge |
| full on 1210's flippin the beats |
| Some bust nuts, Daddy Rich bust cuts |
| Such transform over rhythms on dust |
| I rush this rhythm, hold like Mingus |
| I swing this joint, no static to sting this |
| A bitch’s brew, who ?? |
| gyro |
| Scabs can’t craft what only the fly knows |
| Got skins all in on scheamin |
| Scandalous hooks grab on to what’s gleamin |
| I’m seemin vexed in my rhymin texts |
| Opened up shop to chop off the head, next |
| I put off punks like junk so sporadic |
| Stashed away like old drawers in my attic |
| Or drawers on my legs, figures what I says |
| Snack on Jolly Rancher or Orange Pez |
| Yep this ain’t no collect call |
| So peace, yo Pete |
| No static at all |
| True! |