Little Brother - Carolina Agents

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Dirt nasty stinkin' Get it up, get a cup, get a drink and Rollin' up in them big red Lincoln trucks They ask "what the fuck was y'all thinkin'?" Carolina agents Get a flick, get a chick, get her dazing Come through with the crew and we makin' noise They ask why them boys are so flagrant Might wanna call your bet off The fix is in and y'all can't contend With this joint we 'bout to set off Everytime Phonte come in your town and start throwin' it down A couple rounds get let off In commemoration of his penetration Through your defense and it's a celebration when Everybody cheerin' for me in the skybox Cuz my team break fast like IHOP And if you get scurred, you will get served Televised nationwide like insurance And you too can feel the aftershock Ten years later still be a laughing stock Cuz we always make the play In the house and we callin' niggas out like graduation day 9Th Wonder's the editor, and Pooh's the predator But 'Te's the creditor, I'mma make 'em pay You know? C'mon Dirt nasty stinkin' Get it up, get a cup, get a drink and Rollin' up in them big red Lincoln trucks They ask "what the fuck was y'all thinkin'?" Carolina agents Get a flick, get a chick, get her dazing Come through with the crew and we makin' noise They ask why them boys are so flagrant I wild with it, shiznits wicked Amano, Pequeno, did it with no gimmicks My pro image, throwback vintage Shines every time you can read it in my sentence Pray repentance, niggas is comin' youngin', gunnin' Like Larry and them, who's harrying him? See Poobie step back, observe one time, start worrying them My God, my squad, go hard Remind young goo of junkyard We trump y'all like Shaq with Cole Keep niggas runnin', damn it's only thirty sold You can fold if you wanna This lukewarm summer mean Ball hogging for the rest of the year Got bitches back naked like it's hot in here If you scared, say you scared I can smell the fear, nigga One more time, let's give it to 'em Check it out, check it out Yo, I will not lose And if you thought I would ever settle for anything less Homie I got news I write grooves like Teddy and Irv Mothafuckas better learn before that bridge get burned To the third degree NC's the new state of emergency Yes, yes, we get it poppin' Kickin' the truth and just stickin' to the doctrine I'm here to tell you failure is not an option I heard the streets are watchin', people plottin' LB's in the house and we keep it poppin' The beats are droppin', verses ready Big Dho's in the house, so the checks are heavy And C. Simms is holdin' the camera extra steady Cuz when I'm on stage it's hard to stand still The haters be like "give it a rest already" Nigga I don't give a fuck how you and your man feel You know? C'mon Dirt nasty stinkin' Get it up, get a cup, get a drink and Rollin' up in them big red Lincoln trucks They ask "what the fuck was y'all thinkin'?" Carolina agents Get a flick, get a chick, get her dazing Come through with the crew and we makin' noise They ask why them boys are so flagrant