"Country Cousins" lyrics
(feat. Raheem DeVaughn, UGK)
[Raheem DeVaughn:]
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 guap by all means, you know what I'm saying son
[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 coming all fast, I was new to the game (uh!)
Used to playing on T.V., courtesy of video music box
Plus! Knew a lot of hustlers, going O.T., coming 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 calling 'em 'Bamas
Down south where we buy them hammers, down south where we sell them drugs
Down south where life is cheap, where they're quick to fill you with them slugs
It's nothing, I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothing, we stay connected by the slang we busting
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 nothing, I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothing, we stay connected by the slang we busting
The thing we busting, the game we hustling, the things we cutting
The flame we cupping, the lames we snuffing, your name is nothing!
[Bun B:]
Growing up in P.A., I knew nobody out there talked like us
Nothing 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 nothing, just another day in the life of your country cousins
[Pimp C:]
In Brooklyn, New York I'm down with Lord Jamar
Back in P.A.T., man we be sipping 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 pimping 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
Their mommas depleted, I'm just tryna make sure that their kids straight
I'm on the chitling tour with my mic in my hand
Shitting on these jealous niggas in the new world clan
I wouldn't trade it for nothing, only a crazy man would
I represent for the whole South, but mainly just for my hood
The pimping's good
I got cousins (I got cousins), country cousins (country cousins)
Like blood that's thicker than water (it's nothing), down dirty 'cross the border
I got cousins (I got cousins), country cousins (country cousins)
Like blood that's thicker than water (it's nothing), down dirty 'cross the border
They're my 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 guap by all means, you know what I'm saying son
[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 coming all fast, I was new to the game (uh!)
Used to playing on T.V., courtesy of video music box
Plus! Knew a lot of hustlers, going O.T., coming 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 calling 'em 'Bamas
Down south where we buy them hammers, down south where we sell them drugs
Down south where life is cheap, where they're quick to fill you with them slugs
It's nothing, I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothing, we stay connected by the slang we busting
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 nothing, I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothing, we stay connected by the slang we busting
The thing we busting, the game we hustling, the things we cutting
The flame we cupping, the lames we snuffing, your name is nothing!
[Bun B:]
Growing up in P.A., I knew nobody out there talked like us
Nothing 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 nothing, just another day in the life of your country cousins
[Pimp C:]
In Brooklyn, New York I'm down with Lord Jamar
Back in P.A.T., man we be sipping 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 pimping 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
Their mommas depleted, I'm just tryna make sure that their kids straight
I'm on the chitling tour with my mic in my hand
Shitting on these jealous niggas in the new world clan
I wouldn't trade it for nothing, only a crazy man would
I represent for the whole South, but mainly just for my hood
The pimping's good
I got cousins (I got cousins), country cousins (country cousins)
Like blood that's thicker than water (it's nothing), down dirty 'cross the border
I got cousins (I got cousins), country cousins (country cousins)
Like blood that's thicker than water (it's nothing), down dirty 'cross the border
They're my country cousins!
