Goodie Mob and Esthero - “The World I Know (Country Livin')”
[Produced (Remixed) by 2 Rude]
[Hook: Esthero]
The world I know is a world too slow
(If you) don't move fast enough, keep your head low
The world I know is a world much too slow
If you can't move fast enough chi-ild
You’d better stay on the low, child
[Verse 1: T-Mo]
Uh, my eyes are a glare. Uh
I'm looking up at this world from my stare and really don't know
Which way I'ma turn. I could get burned upon contact
I'm making a bad decision to get my pockets fatter one day
Support the very thang that supported me: my family
Gave me love. Yes, we struggle—that’s how we hustle
And bust up our knuckle for a better future in this game
Do your thang, get your cheese. Ain’t working for free
[Verse 2: Big Gipp]
Remember me from the state of the peach tree? Mountains to
The red dirt. Damn, it hurt, but it feel good to watch
My small time grow to a big city. More flow
Winter time, no snow. Big front yards
To backyards with the porches, lemonade. To the
Pine tree shade, short gangster fade, women every which-a way
If you’re missing out, you’re tripping. Gipp dipping
Loving all this country living. Baby, check it
[Produced (Remixed) by 2 Rude]
[Hook: Esthero]
The world I know is a world too slow
(If you) don't move fast enough, keep your head low
The world I know is a world much too slow
If you can't move fast enough chi-ild
You’d better stay on the low, child
[Verse 1: T-Mo]
Uh, my eyes are a glare. Uh
I'm looking up at this world from my stare and really don't know
Which way I'ma turn. I could get burned upon contact
I'm making a bad decision to get my pockets fatter one day
Support the very thang that supported me: my family
Gave me love. Yes, we struggle—that’s how we hustle
And bust up our knuckle for a better future in this game
Do your thang, get your cheese. Ain’t working for free
[Verse 2: Big Gipp]
Remember me from the state of the peach tree? Mountains to
The red dirt. Damn, it hurt, but it feel good to watch
My small time grow to a big city. More flow
Winter time, no snow. Big front yards
To backyards with the porches, lemonade. To the
Pine tree shade, short gangster fade, women every which-a way
If you’re missing out, you’re tripping. Gipp dipping
Loving all this country living. Baby, check it
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