Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Count On That, artist - Kero One. Album song Color Theory Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.09.2012
Record label: Plug Label
Song language: English
Count On That |
Got my favorite record on and incense lit |
Since an infant I’ve looked up to them big ballin' pimps |
Shiny Impalas with rims the Crème de le crème |
Young prince with a pen trying to be one of them |
Now I’m grown, and my OG’s are locked up or drugged out |
If they seen what I done they would bug out |
Hitting home runs while they sitting in the dug out |
Got the needle to the wax trying to get the blood out |
Red carpet by my feet when I’m walking out the ride |
Graduated from the hood, I ain’t talking ‘bout Devry |
The school of hard knox cops let the whistles blow |
Where we kiss the sky high off the missile toe |
Now I’ve seen more ass than a strippers pole |
Never should’ve taught a guppy how to use a fishing pole |
Sticks and stones may break my bones but my words more powerful than ancient |
Rome |
Every problem that I’ve had man I faced alone |
Better obey me, like it’s wheat pasted on |
(Kero's Chorus) |
We staying up all night |
(yeah you can count on that) |
We writing our own rhymes |
(yeah you can count on that) |
Puttin good music over money |
(yeah you can count on that) |
Kid we stay on the grind |
(all day everyday) |
(Kero Verse 2) |
I’m paving these roads in cobblestone |
Old school killing pro tools, using the weapon above my collar bone |
You want a piece, I’ll break you off like Toblerone |
You can play me on your iHome or call Tablo’s phone |
Either way you’ll hear the truth, to all the non-believers doubting, |
I’m rerouting your outings into a catacomb |
Sumimasen, its a dead end, I spit that cement, hitting foes heavy like a Chevy |
Move swift before it set in, I bridge the gap, catastrophic raps perhaps, |
these flows could break the levee’s |
I walk the streets, rocking levis and Sperry’s with a mariners vibe, |
comb my hair to the side |
While my pair of J5's, buried alive, in my closet trying to surface like a |
serpent draw the curtains it’s time |
I do me, like Pamela Handerson, and Michael Bivins |
Living, outside the mold I’m given, rhythms I kill em', murderer slash friendly |
guy, Gemini |
Friend me by twitter, facebook, or send me hi’s |
And despite that, some dudes fall in envy |
Trust I keep it moving like a U-Haul or Penske |
My style stay versatile like RuPaul in leggings |
And you can count on that like a 10-key, the ending |
(Dumbfoundead Chorus) |
We spitting that real shit |
(yeah you can count on that) |
That make your whole body move shit |
(yeah you can count on that) |
Every verse we kill sh*t |
(yeah you can count on that) |
Los Angeles, CA |
(all day everyday) |
(Outro) |
(Dumbfoundead) Satisfaction guaranteed |
Giving you what you need |
Don’t believe everything that you hear, that you read |
(Kero) We slanging you that dope, raw, uncut pure |
Coming straight from the underground we come up sewers |
(Dumbfoundead) Connoisseurs of the classic, scratching and backspins |
Rhyming on cloud 9, electric relaxing |
(Kero) From the true school, to new school to old school vibe |
Dumbfoundead, Kero One we’re the go to guys |
9) Shortcuts feat. |
Sam Ock |
Give me a shortcut, show me a way |
I just need a side street to your heart, a faster lane |
So I can get closer to the start |
Just a little closer to your heart |
I want to get closer to the start |
Just a little closer. |
I never felt this way before |
My stomach sinks down to the floor |
I try to play it cool, like I ain’t a tool |
They say men are dogs, that explains the drool |
Turning heads with those legs and face of yours |
I’ve never seen such a beautiful face before |
Caramel complected, chiropractic |
You got ‘em breaking neck with all your assets |
Me? |
I’m playing low key like baselines |
I’m in the back like Tito, Mr. incognito |
You asked mi amigos, why your friend so emo |
It was at that moment, it got real |
And next thing I’m texting BRB |
A minute later we LOL ‘bout an OMG |
You even think the same things too |
I recognize these butterflies. |
Déjà vu |
It was awkward, at that Nas concert |
Guys crowded round you, like hounds do |
So you threw your arms around my collar |
The freshest necklace, I felt like a baller |
And I reciprocated, inundated with this feeling so right |
Such a beautiful night… I'll never forget the conversations we had |
The one time I didn’t mind, staying out of my lab |
‘cause we, harmonized with the music we made |
You talked about your past and how you’re afraid |
The hurts that he caused and how you escaped |
I confessed my mess you expressed how you relate |
Should I, give you space to explore options |
Or play the love game and let you come stalking |
I’m just joshing, kinda sort of |
Your allure’s over my head, you’re my fedora |
(Bridge) |
There’s no other place that I’d rather be |
With you by my side yes we’ll drive to the sea |
I’ll sing you Sinatra let’s love and be free |
No reservations and no minor key |
I’ll give you my heart if you give me yours |
No need to hide it for you I adore |
If you see me shine it’s your love I glow |
So give me a shortcut which nobody knows |