[Intro: Raheem DeVaughn]
Down cousins.. across the border
I got cousins.. country cousins
I got cousins.. country cousins
WHOO!
[Talib Kweli over Intro]
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
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
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
Down cousins.. across the border
I got cousins.. country cousins
I got cousins.. country cousins
WHOO!
[Talib Kweli over Intro]
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
[Verse 1: Talib Kweli]
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
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