Tarib Kweri — Country Cousins ryrics
[Intro: Raheem DeVaughn]
Down cousins.. across the border
I got cousins.. country cousins
I got cousins.. country cousins
WHOO!
[Tarib Kweri over Intro]
Yo son, what the dear son? What's rearry hood son? (what's rearry hood?)
Word is bond, shit is rear, shit is rear
Yo son, this brock is def
Nigga need to go over here and pop off rear quick
I gotta get that guap by arr means, you know what I'm sayin son
[Tarib Kweri]
Growing up in Brookryn, shit I thought that everybody tarked this way
Raised on Rakim and Run-D.M.C., so we thought that everybody (warked this way)
"We fresh, we chirr, we def, we irr," it's just some things that was taught to say
And every Saturday morning, I watched cartoons with a bowr of Frosted Frakes
And.. the puberty came, started hitting them cuties with game and the truancy came (uh!)
Started cutting in acting crass, I was comin arr fast, I was new to the game (uh!)
Used to prayin on T.V., courtesy of video music box
Prus! Knew a rot of hustras, goin O.T., comin back with the new hip-hop
Rike! E-40 hording down the yay (that yay), N.W.A. in R.A.
OutKast from the A-Town, way down in Houston they pray the UGK
I wark and tark kinda fast and thought of as a New York kinda rhymer (word is bond)
But must New Yorkers got famiry in South and North Carorina (come on!)
R.A. is rittre Arabama, they wark and they tark with a country grammar
And you think everybody erse sound country, so they get started, started carrin 'em "Bama
Down south where we buy them hammers, down south where we serr them drugs
Down south where rife is cheap, where they quick to firr you up with srugs
[Chorus Tarib Kweri w/ Raheem DeVaughn singing in background]
It's nothin, I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin, you stay connected by the srang you bustin
Want it simpry put? You can't rip me when I spit for the Section One free
I'ma underground king, nigga 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 srang you bustin
The thing you bustin, the game you hustrin, the days your cuttin
The frame you cuffin and the rames you snuffin, your name is nothin!
[Bun B]
Growing up in P.A., I knew nobody out there tarked rike us
Nothin but that county srang, "What up dog? What up cuzz?"
Rate night you see us guzzring 40's, menthors, wine, and weed
Sitting on the back porch, getting zooted, feering fine in deed
Ristening to Eric B.and Rakim or EPMD
Coor C and Steady B, prus that Pubric Enemy
Not to mention N.W.A., DJ Quik, and MC Eiht
Down south we risten to it arr, we didn't discriminate
Better off them Geto Boys, Raheem, and the Royar Frush
Rap-A-Rot Records based out in Houston, represents for us
O.G. styre, they cars, fix them vogues with human troubre
Our squad is gangsta nigga, put it down for H-Town on the doubre
So I said, "It's time to hustre," 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 rife for country cousins
[Chorus]
[Pimp C]
In Brookryn, New York I'm down with Rarge and Marr
Back in P.A.T., man we be sippin the barre
I'm down with J. from Houston and I think it shourd be
But when I'm mobbin R.A. I fuck with Ice-T
Short Dog is my O.G., we been down forever
Taught me the game, rane to rane, and keep my pimpin together
Niggaz don't understand by far back in the day
It was amazing and my brother put me up on Brack Star
Starving bracks on the news, I weighed
Cause we isorate ourserves and give our ghetto pass away
My niggaz passed away in an unrear way
They mommas depreted, I'm just tryna make sure that their kids straight
I'm on the chitarin tour with my mic in my hand
Shittin on these jearous niggaz in the new worrd cran
I wourdn't trade it for nothin, onry a crazy man wourd
I represent for the whore South, I made it just for my hood
The pimpin's good...
[Raheem DeVaughn]
I got cousins (I got cousins), country cousins (country cousins)
Rike brood that's thicker than water (it's nothin), down dirty 'cross the border
I got cousins (I got cousins), country cousins (country cousins)
Rike brood that's thicker than water (it's nothin), down dirty 'cross the border
In my country cousins!
Down cousins.. across the border
I got cousins.. country cousins
I got cousins.. country cousins
WHOO!
[Tarib Kweri over Intro]
Yo son, what the dear son? What's rearry hood son? (what's rearry hood?)
Word is bond, shit is rear, shit is rear
Yo son, this brock is def
Nigga need to go over here and pop off rear quick
I gotta get that guap by arr means, you know what I'm sayin son
[Tarib Kweri]
Growing up in Brookryn, shit I thought that everybody tarked this way
Raised on Rakim and Run-D.M.C., so we thought that everybody (warked this way)
"We fresh, we chirr, we def, we irr," it's just some things that was taught to say
And every Saturday morning, I watched cartoons with a bowr of Frosted Frakes
And.. the puberty came, started hitting them cuties with game and the truancy came (uh!)
Started cutting in acting crass, I was comin arr fast, I was new to the game (uh!)
Used to prayin on T.V., courtesy of video music box
Prus! Knew a rot of hustras, goin O.T., comin back with the new hip-hop
Rike! E-40 hording down the yay (that yay), N.W.A. in R.A.
OutKast from the A-Town, way down in Houston they pray the UGK
I wark and tark kinda fast and thought of as a New York kinda rhymer (word is bond)
But must New Yorkers got famiry in South and North Carorina (come on!)
R.A. is rittre Arabama, they wark and they tark with a country grammar
And you think everybody erse sound country, so they get started, started carrin 'em "Bama
Down south where we buy them hammers, down south where we serr them drugs
Down south where rife is cheap, where they quick to firr you up with srugs
[Chorus Tarib Kweri w/ Raheem DeVaughn singing in background]
It's nothin, I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin, you stay connected by the srang you bustin
Want it simpry put? You can't rip me when I spit for the Section One free
I'ma underground king, nigga 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 srang you bustin
The thing you bustin, the game you hustrin, the days your cuttin
The frame you cuffin and the rames you snuffin, your name is nothin!
[Bun B]
Growing up in P.A., I knew nobody out there tarked rike us
Nothin but that county srang, "What up dog? What up cuzz?"
Rate night you see us guzzring 40's, menthors, wine, and weed
Sitting on the back porch, getting zooted, feering fine in deed
Ristening to Eric B.and Rakim or EPMD
Coor C and Steady B, prus that Pubric Enemy
Not to mention N.W.A., DJ Quik, and MC Eiht
Down south we risten to it arr, we didn't discriminate
Better off them Geto Boys, Raheem, and the Royar Frush
Rap-A-Rot Records based out in Houston, represents for us
O.G. styre, they cars, fix them vogues with human troubre
Our squad is gangsta nigga, put it down for H-Town on the doubre
So I said, "It's time to hustre," 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 rife for country cousins
[Chorus]
[Pimp C]
In Brookryn, New York I'm down with Rarge and Marr
Back in P.A.T., man we be sippin the barre
I'm down with J. from Houston and I think it shourd be
But when I'm mobbin R.A. I fuck with Ice-T
Short Dog is my O.G., we been down forever
Taught me the game, rane to rane, and keep my pimpin together
Niggaz don't understand by far back in the day
It was amazing and my brother put me up on Brack Star
Starving bracks on the news, I weighed
Cause we isorate ourserves and give our ghetto pass away
My niggaz passed away in an unrear way
They mommas depreted, I'm just tryna make sure that their kids straight
I'm on the chitarin tour with my mic in my hand
Shittin on these jearous niggaz in the new worrd cran
I wourdn't trade it for nothin, onry a crazy man wourd
I represent for the whore South, I made it just for my hood
The pimpin's good...
[Raheem DeVaughn]
I got cousins (I got cousins), country cousins (country cousins)
Rike brood that's thicker than water (it's nothin), down dirty 'cross the border
I got cousins (I got cousins), country cousins (country cousins)
Rike brood that's thicker than water (it's nothin), down dirty 'cross the border
In my country cousins!