Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Country Cousins , by - Talib Kweli. Song from the album Eardrum, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.08.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Country Cousins |
| Down cousins. |
| across the border |
| I got cousins. |
| country cousins |
| I got cousins. |
| country cousins |
| WHOO! |
| Yo son, what the deal son? |
| What’s really hood son? |
| (what's really hood?) |
| Word is born, shit is real, shit is real |
| Yo son, this block is def |
| Nigga need to go over here and pop off real quick |
| I gotta get that gwop by all means, you know what I’m sayin son |
| Growing up in Brooklyn, shit I thought that everybody talked this way |
| Raised on Rakim and Run-D.M.C., so I thought that everybody walked this way |
| «We fresh, we chill, we def, we ill,» it’s just some things that was taught to |
| say |
| And every Saturday morning, I watched cartoons with a bowl of Frosted Flakes |
| Then. |
| the puberty came, started hitting them cuties with game and the truancy |
| came (uh!) |
| Started cutting in not just class, I was comin all fast, I was new to the game |
| (uh!) |
| Used to playin on T.V., courtesy of video music box |
| Plus! |
| Knew a lot of hustlas, goin O.T., comin back with the new hip-hop |
| Like! |
| E-40 holding down the yay (that yay), N.W.A. |
| in L. A |
| OutKast from the A-Town, way down in Houston they play the UGK |
| I walk and talk kinda fast and thought of as a New York kinda rhymer (word is |
| born) |
| But must New Yorkers got family in South and North Carolina (come on!) |
| L.A. is little Alabama, they walk and they talk with a country grammar |
| New York think everybody else sound country, so they get started, |
| started callin 'em 'Bamas |
| Down south where we buy them hammers, down south where we sell them drugs |
| Down south where life is cheap, where they quick to fill you with them slugs |
| It’s nothin, I’m from New York but I got country cousins |
| It’s nothin, we stay connected by the slang we bustin |
| Want it simply put? |
| You can’t pin me when I spit gotta set everyone free |
| I’mma underground king, nigga Pimp C free |
| Word up to my man Bun B what? |
| It’s nothin, I’m from New York but I got country cousins |
| It’s nothin, we stay connected by the slang we bustin |
| The thing we bustin, the game we hustlin, the things we cuttin |
| The flame we cuppin, the lames we snuffin, your name is nothin! |
| Growing up in P.A., I knew nobody out there talked like us |
| Nothin but that county slang, «What up dog? |
| What up cuzz?» |
| Late night you see us guzzling 40's, menthols, wine, and weed |
| Sitting on the back porch, getting zooted, feeling fine indeed |
| Listening to Eric B. and Rakim or EPMD |
| Cool C and Steady B, plus that Public Enemy |
| Not to mention N.W.A., DJ Quik, and MC Eiht |
| Down south we listen to it all, we didn’t discriminate |
| Then along came Geto Boys, Raheem, and the Royal Flush |
| Rap-A-Lot Records based out in Houston, represents for us |
| O.G. |
| Style, The Convicts, Def IV and Too Much Trouble |
| Odd Squad and Ganksta NIP put it down for H-Town on the double |
| So I said, «It's time to hustle,» got down with my brother C |
| Put together UGK and shit the rest is history |
| We make hits by the dozen, put it down when they said we wasn’t |
| Trust me it’s nothin, just another day in the life of your country cousins |
| In Brooklyn, New York I’m down with Lord Jamar |
| Back in P.A.T., man we be sippin the barre |
| I’m down with J. from Houston and I think it should be |
| But when I’m out in L.A. I fuck with Ice-T |
| Short Dog is my O.G., we been down forever |
| Taught me the game, lane to lane, and keep my pimpin' together |
| Niggas don’t understand by far back in the day |
| It was Mase and then my brother put me up on Black Star |
| Starving blacks often lose our way |
| Cause we isolate ourselves and give our ghetto pass away |
| My niggas pass away in an unreal way |
| They mommas depleted, I’m just tryna make sure that their kids straight |
| I’m on the chitlin' tour with my mic in my hand |
| Shittin' on these jealous niggas in the new world clan |
| I wouldn’t trade it for nothin, only a crazy man would |
| I represent for the whole South, but mainly just for my hood |
| The pimpin’s good… |
| I got cousins (I got cousins), country cousins (country cousins) |
| Like blood that’s thicker than water (it's nothin), down dirty 'cross the border |
| I got cousins (I got cousins), country cousins (country cousins) |
| Like blood that’s thicker than water (it's nothin), down dirty 'cross the border |
| They’re my country cousins! |