Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Carolina Agents , by - Little Brother. Release date: 03.10.2005
Song language: English
Carolina Agents |
| Dirt nasty stinkin |
| Get it up, get a cup, get a drink and |
| Rollin up in them big red Lincoln |
| Trust they ask, «What the fuck was y’all thinkin?» |
| Uh, Carolina agents |
| Get a flick, get a chick, hit a daze and |
| Come through with the crew we be makin |
| noise, they ask, «Why them boys is so flagrant?» |
| Might wanna call your bet off, fix us in and y’all can’t content with this joint we bout to set off |
| Everytime Phonte come to your town |
| and start throwin it down, a couple rounds get let off |
| In commemoration of, his penetration threw |
| ya defense and it’s a celebration when |
| everybody cheerin for me in the skybox |
| 'Cause my team break fast like IHOP |
| and if you get scurred, you will get served |
| Televised nationwide like insurance |
| and you too could feel the aftershock |
| Ten years later, still be a laughingstock |
| 'cause we always make the plate, in the house |
| and we callin niggaz out like graduation dates |
| 9th Wonder’s the editor, and Pooh’s the predator |
| But 'Te's the creditor, I’ma make 'em pay, y’know? |
| C’mon |
| Yo, I wild wit it, shiznit’s wicked |
| A mind yo? |
| pretend? |
| yo did it wit no gimmicks |
| My, pro image, throwback finished |
| Shines every time, you can read it in my sentence |
| Pray repentance, niggaz is comin, young’n |
| Gunnin, like Larry and 'nem |
| Who’s hurryin him? |
| See Poobie step back |
| Observe one time, start worryin 'nem (Ha!) |
| My God, my squad, go hard |
| Remind young goon wit junkyard |
| We truck y’all like Shaq wit Kob' |
| Keep niggaz runnin, damn it’s only thirty sold?! |
| You could fold if you wanna, this lukewarm summer |
| means, barhuggin for the rest of the year |
| Got bitches back naked like it’s hot in here |
| If you scared, say you scared, I can smell a fear, nig-GAH! |
| Uh… one more time, let’s give it to 'em |
| Check it out, check it out, uh… |
| Yo, I will not lose, and if you thought |
| I would ever settle for anything less, homey, I got news |
| I write crew like Teddy and Erv |
| Muhfuckaz better learn 'fore that bridge get burned |
| to the third degree, NC’s the new state of emergency |
| Yes, yes, we get it poppin |
| Kickin the truth and just stickin to the doctrine |
| I’m here to tell ya that failure’s not an option |
| I heard the streets is watchin, people plottin |
| LB’s in the house and we keep it poppin |
| (Let 'em know) The beats are droppin, verses ready |
| Big Dho’s in the house! |
| So the checks are heavy |
| and C. Sims is holdin the camera extra steady |
| 'cause when I’m on stage, it’s hard to stand still |
| The haters be like, «Give it a rest already» |
| Nigga, I don’t give a fuck how you and ya man feel, ya know?! |
| (shit!) |