Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Suono


Interfaccia


Livello di difficoltà


Accento



linguaggio dell'interfaccia

it

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Gestione dei Cookie   |   Supporto   |   FAQ
1
registrati/accedi
Lyrkit

donare

5$

Lyrkit

donare

10$

Lyrkit

donare

20$

Lyrkit

E/o supportarmi sui social. reti:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Big K.R.I.T.

Live From The Underground

 

Live From The Underground

(album: Live From The Underground - 2012)


[Hook:]
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
Bitch you know what it is
I'm Live from the underground, underground
Live from the underground, underground
Underground, underground
Live from the underground railroad

[Verse 1:]
My papa told me get paper, motherfuck a hater
Them J's look clean son but elevate to gators
I took the shit 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 shit 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 nigga go and crown me

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
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 bitch up in it
You call her phone she give you tone like "Why you trippin'"
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 ass
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

[Hook]

[Outro: x4]
We going live
From the underground
From the underground
From the underground

Fatto

Hai aggiunto tutte le parole sconosciute di questa canzone?