Country Cousins (feat. UGK & Raheem DeVaughn)

Yo son, what the deal, son? What's really hood, son?

The word is bond, shit is real, shit is real

Yo son, this block is dead

**** need to go over here and pop off real quick

Yo, I gotta get that guap by all means

You know what I'm sayin', son?

Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit

I thought that everybody talked this way

Raised on Rakim and Run-DMC

So I thought that everybody 'Walked This Way'

We fresh, we chill, we def, we ill

It's just some things I was taught to say

And every Saturday morning

I watched cartoons with a bowl of Frosted Flakes

The puberty came, started hittin' them cuties with game

And the truancy came

Started cuttin' in just class, I was comin' all fast, I was new to game

Used to playin' on TV 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, 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

But must New Yorkers got family in South and North Carolina

L.A. is little Alabama

They walk and they talk with a country grammar

And you think everybody else sound country

So they 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

It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins

It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'

Want it simply put? You can't rip me

When I spit for the set, everyone free

I'ma underground king, **** Pimp C free

Word up to my man Bun B, what?

It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins

It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'

The things you bustin', the game you hustlin', the days you're cuttin'

The flame you cuffin' and the lames you snuffin', your name is nothin'

Growin' up in P.A., I knew nobody out there talked like us

Nothin' but that county slang, what up, dog? What up, cuzz?

Late night you see us guzzlin' 40's, menthols, wine and weed

Sittin' on the back porch, gettin' zooted, feelin' fine indeed

Listenin' to Eric Band, 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

OG style, they cars, ditch that 4 and too much trouble

Our squad is gangsta ****, 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 nothin', just another day in the life for country cousins

It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins

It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'

Want it simply put? You can't rip me

When I spit for the set, everyone free

I'ma underground king, **** Pimp C free

Word up to my man Bun B, what?

It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins

It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'

The things you bustin', the game you hustlin', the days you're cuttin'

The flame you cuffin' and the lames you snuffin', your name is nothin'

In Brooklyn, New York, I'm down with Large and Marl

Back in P.A.T., man, we be sippin' 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

$hort Dog is my OG, we been down forever

Taught me the game, lane to lane, and keep my pimpin' together

**** don't understand by far back in the day

It was 'mazin' and my brother put me up on Black Star

Start as blacks off the news, I weighed

'Cause we isolate ourselves and give our ghetto pass away

My **** passed away in an unreal way

They mommas' depleted

I'm just tryna make sure that their kids straight

I'm on the Chitalin tour with my mic in my hand

Shittin' on these jealous **** in the new world clan

I wouldn't trade it for nothin', only a crazy man would

I represent for the whole south, I made it just for my hood

The pimpin's good

I got cousins, country cousins

Like blood that's thicker than water, down dirty 'cross the border

I got cousins, country cousins

Like blood that's thicker than water, down dirty 'cross the border

In my country cousins