作词 : Michael Berrin/Peter J. Nash/Paul E. Huston/T. Mccall 作曲 : Michael Berrin/Peter J. Nash/Paul E. Huston/T. Mccall "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 **** Gucci link or an earring Hand now gropin' for stabbin' 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 blockhead, and heed the call Ayo, no static at all I flip on kicks, my DJ tricks The a.k.a code name Richie Rich Da..da..da..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 bxtch's brew, who snappin' gyro Scabs can't craft what only the fly knows Got skins all in on schemin' Scandalous hooks grab on to what's gleamin' I'm seemin' vexed in my rhymin' texts Opened up shop to chop off the hairnets 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!
[00:00.00] 作词 : Michael Berrin/Peter J. Nash/Paul E. Huston/T. Mccall [00:01.00] 作曲 : Michael Berrin/Peter J. Nash/Paul E. Huston/T. Mccall [00:06.50]"No static at all..." [00:18.11]Beef not needed to waste one [00:19.91]'Cause trouble don't feed the bass drum [00:21.80]Some so feeble, so play the hoodlum [00:23.99]A humdrum liver in bedlam [00:25.96]Bet your last buck, you don't laugh to this [00:28.00]Your horse came last behind the cactus [00:29.99]Back so strong, you thought wrong a fallacy [00:31.98]The groove will whip and flip, 'cause it has to be [00:34.18]In there, like Belvedere in his underwear [00:36.41]On the new year, my dear, so make it clear [00:38.31]I'm gonna ask do you wanna live small? [00:40.14]Static? Nah troop, none at all [00:43.94]Why meddle in the middle of a ruckus [00:45.77]? sip slowly on Snapple in hand [00:47.66]Not these hands of mine holdin' clippers [00:49.90]Slip and clip your flat-top to Ceasar [00:51.83]Ease your ego, I go toe to toe [00:53.72]Throw my voice like I throw my yo-yo [00:55.76]And ho-ho-ho, on the mic, is life support [00:57.90]And toward a crumb static ain't my sport [00:59.78]I swing to this, Serch swings to that [01:01.74]And as you noticed, they always wear hats [01:03.79]Boots and loops produced by Prince Paul [01:05.86]Slaps ya skull, no static at all [01:16.20]Static mixed in, but it don't cling [01:18.03]To a fat rope **** Gucci link or an earring [01:20.29]Hand now gropin' for stabbin' [01:21.97]But the hand is used to get skins [01:24.01]Skim the cream, but it seems you still rise [01:25.94]For some who lives more, now life lifesize [01:28.34]All are lepers in my SwingDom [01:30.22]Groups and troops get friends and they bring them [01:32.32]In goes, props so pop til the mornin' [01:34.26]Home to the young, pop still snorin' [01:36.20]Wake up, you blockhead, and heed the call [01:37.99]Ayo, no static at all [01:43.74]I flip on kicks, my DJ tricks [01:45.85]The a.k.a code name Richie Rich [01:47.99]Da..da..da..daddy Rich [01:54.80]You never watch him on TV? [01:56.02]Straight no takes, the iron had Eastbridge [01:57.81]Full on 1210's flippin' the beats [02:07.78]Some bust nuts, Daddy Rich bust cuts [02:09.89]Such transform over rhythms on dust [02:11.94]I rush this rhythm, hold like Mingus [02:13.94]I swing this joint, no static to sting this [02:31.85]A bxtch's brew, who snappin' gyro [02:33.98]Scabs can't craft what only the fly knows [02:35.92]Got skins all in on schemin' [02:37.98]Scandalous hooks grab on to what's gleamin' [02:39.98]I'm seemin' vexed in my rhymin' texts [02:41.99]Opened up shop to chop off the hairnets [02:43.76]I put off punks like junk so sporadic [02:45.72]Stashed away like old drawers in my attic [02:47.83]Or drawers on my legs, figures what I says [02:49.77]Snack on Jolly Rancher or Orange Pez [02:52.39]Yep this ain't no collect call [02:54.19]So peace, yo Pete - No static at all!True!
