Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Welcome To Durham, artist - Little Brother. Date of issue: 20.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Welcome To Durham |
| Uh huh, yeah… |
| To the Bull City… |
| Better known as Durham (uh huh) |
| Right now we in the heart of it… |
| Got the Butta Team… |
| The Butta Team… |
| Uhh, Little Brother… |
| 9th Wonder, y’all… |
| …and y’alls truly, BDK style… |
| …Big Daddy Kane in the house |
| Feel me out… |
| Staring in the face of death, and I’m lookin in the mouth |
| Like, goddamn, I found Brooklyn in the South |
| Comin up inside the hood is due to curse you |
| But comin up inside the hood is universal |
| The shells from the ratchet, they spit the same |
| As well when they clap it, they hit the same |
| The Dutch and the Backwoods get spit the same |
| You ask me why I’m down here, I’m like, ?Shit the same? |
| Folks be mostly movin low key |
| Tryin to make the dough be grossly OT |
| Who surely, be out handlin shit right |
| And let off more rounds than a championship fight |
| Them die against me And we can take it from NY to NC |
| It’s simply, that anywhere you at you can still be hood |
| My niggaz in the dirty dirty, what’s really good? |
| These streets out here take a lot to run |
| When you claim gangsta, if you’re not, you’re done |
| On your grind, can’t nobody stop you, son |
| Lick a shot up in the air (blaow) |
| What block you from? |
| Uhh… |
| Durham, NC, the place where I reside at The Eastside is the place where they ride at Any vice to get high, well you can buy that |
| Test them country boys? |
| Wouldn’t try that |
| Cause niggaz (niggaz) is off the chain right here |
| Just cause it’s the South, don’t get the wrong idea |
| You can get stained like on walls at Ikea |
| I declare, niggaz have the wrong idea |
| From ego, pride to where colors collide |
| Fam, vills, streets fiends brought the cracks for hire |
| Older folk down here look hard to work sire |
| Call my nigga Tramp, what’s the haps on that? |
| Is that a bus you get around in, and fours get clapped at? |
| Go down on Brother Spree where they shakin like craps |
| Hustlers reminisce, what’s the god who’s back? |
| ?Medicine City,? |
| how funny is that? |
| Yellin your name in every hood out there |
| No you cain’t, cause it ain’t such a good idea |
| Little Brother, and we puttin it down tonight |
| Big Daddy Kane, comin back for the crown tonight |
| Yellin your name in every hood out there |
| No you cain’t, cause it ain’t such a good idea |
| Dirty Durham, they ain’t playin around tonight |
| The Butta Team, them boys layin it down tonight |
| I only been here for six years but the city is in me |
| I can feel it when I walk or when I whisper somethin |
| And every time I spit, I drive you to your death |
| -tination, like I got a lisp or somethin |
| And if your gums get to bumpin |
| Them boys hit the button |
| For room service to come give you the toast |
| Dirty Durham? |
| we got niggaz with scholarships |
| And niggaz with hollow tips |
| And I know niggaz with both |
| That’ll shoot until the block is drama-free |
| From niggaz like you actin up like they Oscar nominees |
| You mighta been in the club and popped that wallet |
| Hit the gym for a month, and maybe got rock solid |
| But in the Bull City they will send dudes to you |
| Just to prove to you, you are not that brolic, not |
| And they ain’t askin for God’s permission |
| They askin for God’s forgiveness for bein poverty-stricken |
| Stressed out and scarred from livin, better guard your business |
| You ain’t earnin bars, nigga, stop drawin attention |
| It’s evident that this is as real as it gets |
| In the City of Medicine, them Durham niggaz is sick! |