Country Cousins Lyrics - Raheem Devaughn

Yo son, what the deal, son? What's really hood, son? 

The word is bond, shit is real, shit is real 

Yo son, this block is dead 

Nigga need to go over here and pop off real quick 

Yo, I gotta get that guap by all means 

You know what I'm sayin', son? 

Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit 

I thought that everybody talked this way 

Raised on Rakim and Run-DMC 

So I thought that everybody 'Walked This Way' 

We fresh, we chill, we def, we ill 

It's just some things I was taught to say 

And every Saturday morning 

I watched cartoons with a bowl of Frosted Flakes 

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The puberty came, started hittin' them cuties with game 

And the truancy came 

Started cuttin' in just class, I was comin' all fast, I was new to game 

Used to playin' on TV courtesy of video music box 

Plus knew a lot of hustlas, goin' O.T., comin' back with the new hip hop 

Like E-40 holding down the yay, N.W.A. in L.A. 

OutKast from the A-Town, way down in Houston, they play the UGK 

I walk and talk kinda fast and thought of as a New York kinda rhymer 

But must New Yorkers got family in South and North Carolina 

L.A. is little Alabama 

They walk and they talk with a country grammar 

And you think everybody else sound country 

So they started callin' 'em Bamas 

Down south where we buy them hammers 

Down south where we sell them drugs 

Down south where life is cheap 

Where they quick to fill you with them slugs 

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It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins 

It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin' 

Want it simply put? You can't rip me 

When I spit for the set, everyone 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 slang you bustin' 

The things you bustin', the game you hustlin', the days you're cuttin' 

The flame you cuffin' and the lames you snuffin', your name is nothin' 

Growin' up in P.A., I knew nobody out there talked like us 

Nothin' but that county slang, what up, dog? What up, cuzz? 

Late night you see us guzzlin' 40's, menthols, wine and weed 

Sittin' on the back porch, gettin' zooted, feelin' fine indeed 

Listenin' to Eric Band, Rakim or EPMD 

Cool C and Steady B, plus that Public Enemy 

Not to mention N.W.A., DJ Quik and MC Eiht 

Down south we listen to it all, we didn't discriminate 

Then along came Geto Boys, Raheem and the Royal Flush 

Rap-A-Lot Records based out in Houston, represents for us 

OG style, they cars, ditch that 4 and too much trouble 

Our squad is gangsta nigga, put it down for H-Town on the double 

So I said it's time to hustle, 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 life for country cousins 

It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins 

It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin' 

Want it simply put? You can't rip me 

When I spit for the set, everyone 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 slang you bustin' 

The things you bustin', the game you hustlin', the days you're cuttin' 

The flame you cuffin' and the lames you snuffin', your name is nothin' 

In Brooklyn, New York, I'm down with Large and Marl 

Back in P.A.T., man, we be sippin' the barre 

I'm down with J from Houston and I think it should be 

But when I'm out in L.A., I fuck with Ice-T 

$hort Dog is my OG, we been down forever 

Taught me the game, lane to lane, and keep my pimpin' together 

Niggaz don't understand by far back in the day 

It was 'mazin' and my brother put me up on Black Star 

Start as blacks off the news, I weighed 

'Cause we isolate ourselves and give our ghetto pass away 

My niggaz passed away in an unreal way 

They mommas' depleted 

I'm just tryna make sure that their kids straight 

I'm on the Chitalin tour with my mic in my hand 

Shittin' on these jealous niggaz in the new world clan 

I wouldn't trade it for nothin', only a crazy man would 

I represent for the whole south, I made it just for my hood 

The pimpin's good 

I got cousins, country cousins 

Like blood that's thicker than water, down dirty 'cross the border 

I got cousins, country cousins 

Like blood that's thicker than water, down dirty 'cross the border 

In my country cousins