Live From The Underground (Album Version|Explicit)-Big K.R.I.T.

Live From The Underground (Album Version|Explicit)

歌手:Big K.R.I.T.

时间:2012-01-01

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Pushing rhymes underground like moonshine

With jump like juke joints

Riding like old lacs

Down like 4 flats

Shine like gold grills

Curls and chrome rims

B**ch you know what it is

I'm Live from the underground, underground

Live from the underground, underground

Underground, underground

Live from the underground railroad

My papa told me get paper,

Motherf**k a hater

Them J's look clean son but elevate to gators

I took the sh*t to heart plus

I dug it like a crater

I'm giving out game player are there any takers

While you was quarter sacking

I was quarterbackin

Calling plays everyday, level All Madden

Hi five, cloud nine, private jet lacking

Treat the seal like a vinyl record,

Gotta keep it crackin

Shall I pour up, blow some smoke up,

Get my spit on

Grab a paper, sit on a track

And get my sh*t on

Ice cold water with the flow minus the lemon

I'm Cinematic Multi, what label you been on?

Old school riding flicking ashes in the tray

Smoking up the booth blowing

Static in they face

Cream, cash rules everything around me

King, checker board ni**a go and crown me

Pushing rhymes underground like moonshine

With jump like juke joints

Riding like old lacs

Down like 4 flats

Shine like gold grills

Curls and chrome rims

B**ch you know what it is

Live from the underground, underground

Live from the underground, underground

Underground, underground

Live from the underground railroad

Keep it rolled, I'm supposed to lose control

Oh no, pop the trunk,

Burn a skunk and slam a do, do

Window crack on the ave, marinate the scene

When I lean and crawl couldn't see me

With your high beams

Play my part, I got heart,

I'm tailor gator sharp

Plus we sit taller than Malta trucks

In them trailer park

My candy coated it cost a grip

But I had to blow it

Your sides was dusty,

My seats is bucket

But you'll never know it

Forever tinted so you can't peep

While your b**ch up in it

You call her phone she give you tone like

Why you tripping

Cold blooded ain't it

But that's how it be

When they want that cash

When you ain't around anybody can be in that a**

Heard that from 8-Ball homeboy girlfriend

If she a bopper then

She probably ain't your girl then

You claim you pimping don't

Be tricking wear a curl then

And find some paint to put some swirls in

Pushing rhymes underground like moonshine

With jump like juke joints

Riding like old lacs

Down like 4 flats

Shine like gold grills

Curls and chrome rims

B**ch you know what it is

Live from the underground, underground

Live from the underground, underground

Underground, underground

Live from the underground railroad

We going live

From the underground

From the underground

From the underground

We going live

From the underground

From the underground

From the underground

We going live

From the underground

From the underground

From the underground

We going live

From the underground

From the underground

From the underground

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