Count On That Lyrics - Dumbfoundead

(Verse 1) 

Got my favorite record on and incense lit 

Since an infant I've looked up to them big ballin' pimps 

Shiny Impalas with rims the Crème de le crème 

Young prince with a pen trying to be one of them 

Now I'm grown, and my OG's are locked up or drugged out 

If they seen what I done they would bug out 

Hitting home runs while they sitting in the dug out 

Got the needle to the wax trying to get the blood out 

Red carpet by my feet when I'm walking out the ride 

Graduated from the hood, I ain't talking 'bout Devry 

The school of hard knox cops let the whistles blow 

Where we kiss the sky high off the missile toe 

Now I've seen more ass than a strippers pole 

Never should've taught a guppy how to use a fishing pole 

Sticks and stones may break my bones but my words more powerful than ancient Rome 

Every problem that I've had man I faced alone 

Better obey me, like it's wheat pasted on 

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(Kero's Chorus) 

We staying up all night 

(yeah you can count on that) 

We writing our own rhymes 

(yeah you can count on that) 

Puttin good music over money 

(yeah you can count on that) 

Kid we stay on the grind 

(all day everyday) 

(Verse 2) 

I'm paving these roads in cobblestone 

Old school killing pro tools, using the weapon above my collar bone 

You want a piece, I'll break you off like Toblerone 

You can play me on your iHome or call Tablo's phone 

Either way you'll hear the truth, to all the non-believers doubting, I'm rerouting your outings into a catacomb 

Sumimasen, its a dead end, I spit that cement, hitting foes heavy like a Chevy 

Move swift before it set in, I bridge the gap, catastrophic raps perhaps, these flows could break the levee's 

I walk the streets , rocking levis and Sperry's with a mariners vibe, comb my hair to the side 

While my pair of J5's, buried alive, in my closet trying to surface like a serpent draw the curtains it's time 

I do me, like Pamela Handerson, and Michael Bivins 

Living, outside the mold I'm given, rhythms I kill em', murderer slash friendly guy, Gemini 

Friend me by twitter, facebook, or send me hi's 

And despite that, some dudes fall in envy 

Trust I keep it moving like a U-Haul or Penske 

My style stay versatile like RuPaul in leggings 

And you can count on that like a 10-key, the ending 

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(Dumbfoundead Chorus) 

We spitting that real shit 

(yeah you can count on that) 

That make your whole body move shit 

(yeah you can count on that) 

Every verse we kill sh*t 

(I can count on that) 

Los Angeles, CA 

(all day everyday) 

(Outro) 

(Dumbfoundead) Satisfaction guaranteed 

Giving you what you need 

Don't believe everything that you hear, that you read 

(Kero) We slanging you that dope, raw, uncut pure 

Coming straight from the underground we come up sewers 

(Dumbfoundead) Connoisseurs of the classic, scratching and backspins 

Rhyming on cloud 9, electric relaxing 

(Kero) From the true school, to new school to old school vibe 

Dumbfoundead, Kero One we're the go to guys