Little Brother - Carolina Agents lyrics

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Little Brother - Carolina Agents lyrics

Bert nasty stinking, get a cup Get a cup, get to drinking Pullin' up in them big red [unverified] trucks They ask what the f** was y'all thinking Carolina Agents, get a flick Get a chick, get a Days Inn Come through with the crew And they know we be makin' noise They ask, "Why them boys so flagrant?" Might wanna call ya bet off The fix is in and y'all can't contend With this joint we 'bout to set off Everytime Phonte come in ya town Throwin' it down, couple rounds get let off In commemoration of his penetration Through ya defense and it's a celebration Of when everybody cheerin' for me in the Skybox 'cause my team break-fast like IHOP And if you get scared, you will get served Televised nationwide like insurance And you too will feel a aftershock Ten years later still be a laughing stock 'Cause we always make the play in the house And we callin' n***az out like graduation day 9th wonder's the editor, Pooh's the predator But Tay is the creditor I'ma make 'em pay (Ya know) Bert nasty stinking, get a cup Get a cup, get to drinking Pullin' up in them big red [unverified] trucks They ask what the f** was y'all thinking Carolina Agents, get a flick Get a chick, get a Days Inn Come through with the crew And they know we be makin' noise They ask, "Why them boys so flagrant?" I ride with it shiznit's wicked Mind over pretend I did it with no gimmicks My, pro image throwback vintage Every time you can read it in my sentence Pray repentance, n***az is comin' young'n Gunning, like [unverified] and them See Pooh gon' step back and start warying them (Ha) My God, my squad, go hard Remind young Do of junkyard We trunk y'all like Shaq with Kobe n***az running, man there's only 30 sold? You can fold if ya wanna, this lukewarm summer Mean ball hard for the rest of the year Got b**hes back naked like it's hot in here If you scared say you scared I can smell the fear n***a Yo, I will not lose and if you thought I will settle for anything less than homie I got news to the 3rd degree NC's in a state of emergency (Yes, yes, get it poppin') Kickin' the truth and just sticking to the doctrine I'm here to tell you, failure is not an option Streets are watchin' people plottin' LB is in the house and we keep it poppin' (Let 'em know) The beats are droppin', verses ready Big Do is in the house so checks are heavy And see Simms is holding the camera extra steady 'cause when I'm on stage it's hard to stand still The haters be like, "Give it a rest already" I don't give a f** 'bout how you and ya man feel (Ya know) Bert nasty stinking, get a cup Get a cup, get to drinking Pullin' up in them big red [unverified] trucks They ask what the f** was y'all thinking Carolina Agents, get a flick Get a chick, get a Days Inn Come through with the crew And they know we be makin' noise They ask, "Why them boys so flagrant?"

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