Since When-Cunninlynguists

[00:00.000] 作曲 : Bush, CunninLynguists, Eames ... [00:38.42]We flavor the music, chop this screw that [00:41.10]Take you through church in a verse til you view fact [00:43.58]Holy ghost, from the lowly coast, spit humility [00:45.97]Facin critics cold fronts, blockin our humidity [00:48.24]We own rap fo sho as Cognac’ll twist yo dome back [00:50.90]Our tracks? See, they be nappy but you can’t comb that [00:53.25]Call it el natural sound of soul [00:55.26]You ain’t seen these darts or how fast they’ve flown [00:57.96]From, ‘tween these parts and the ones ‘nere known [01:00.17]My slang bang with a twang and hang on earlobes [01:02.59]You hear Natti, hot as Caddies with no steering column on ‘em [01:05.13]With enough lines to dry all the clothes that you own [01:07.55]Since when did the south get pinned in a drought? [01:09.82]Not never been clever since big pens been about [01:12.29]Reachin whateva levels that’ll suspend any doubt [01:14.64]That we as bad as yo kids when this mics to our mouth [01:17.30]I hear 'em talkin 'bout Southern folks can't rhyme [01:19.86]Some of y'all must be out your God damned mind [01:22.32]Yeah, it's about that time, we got that shine [01:25.25]Cause niggas been about them lines [01:27.81]Since when? E'ry since a "Pocket Full of Stones" [01:29.54]Ridin dirty in a Chevy sittin heavy on chrome [01:31.89]Ever since Goodie Mo' had Food for Soul [01:34.08]And them dirty red dawgs done hit the do' [01:36.59]The Mason-Dixon Line, been across ya mind like night-sticks [01:39.26]Rain down on the game and **** it up like white kicks [01:41.63]I might switch, south-paw, knuckle to jaw [01:43.69]If another broke nigga spit about spendin it all [01:46.04]I spit the gems that you splurge to put around neck [01:48.82]So save that to pay back all your loans and debts [01:51.06]A Maybach and a plaque, is that all you get? Shhhit [01:53.72]We struggle to juggle talent with a helluva sales pitch [01:56.23]Standin on southern dirt that helped America get rich [01:58.58]Ye’ ain’t gotta struggle with a shovel to dig this [02:01.01]Cold as no power, after hours in the winter months [02:03.25]Hot though crock-pot flow [02:05.02]So here dinner comes [02:06.07]Walk them shell toes down underground railroads [02:08.38]Niggas fresh outta jail clothes, spittin like hell’s close [02:10.68]And these words ain't slurred, maybe how you listen’s blurred [02:13.49]You ain’t feelin sickness served? muh****a kiss a curb [02:15.73]I hear 'em talkin 'bout Southern folks can't rhyme [02:18.05]Some of y'all must be out your God damned mind [02:20.46]Yeah, it's about that time, we got that shine [02:23.41]Cause niggas been about them lines [02:25.46]Since when? E'ry since a "Pocket Full of Stones" [02:27.66]Ridin dirty in a Chevy sittin heavy on chrome [02:30.07]Ever since Goodie Mo' had Food for Soul [02:32.33]And them dirty red dawgs done hit the do' [02:38.10]