Kero1, Dumbfoundead - Count on That lyrics

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

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)

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, it's 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

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 shit
(yeah you can count on that) los Angeles, CA
(all day everyday)

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
Sam Ock

Give me a shortcut, show me a way
I just need a side street to your heart
A faster lane
So I can get closer to the start
Just a little closer to your heart
I want to get closer to the start
Just a little closer

I never felt this way before
My stomach sinks down to the floor
I try to play it cool, like I ain’t a tool
They say men are dogs
That explains the drool
Turning heads with those legs
And face of yours
I’ve never seen such a beautiful face before
Caramel complected, chiropractic
You got ‘em breaking neck
With all your assets
Me? I’m playing low key like baselines
I’m in the back like Tito, Mr incognito
You asked mi amigos, why your friend so emo
It was at that moment, it got real
And next thing I’m texting BRB
A minute later we LOL ‘bout an OMG
You even think the same things too
I recognize these butterflies déjà vu

It was awkward, at that Nas concert
Guys crowded round you, like hounds do
So you threw your arms around my collar
The freshest necklace, I felt like a baller
And I reciprocated
Inundated with this feeling so right
Such a beautiful nighti’ll never forget
The conversations we had
The one time I didn't mind
Staying out of my lab
‘cause we, harmonized with the music we made
You talked about your past
And how you're afraid
The hurts that he caused and how you escaped
I confessed my mess you
Expressed how you relate
Should I, give you space to explore options
Or play the love game and
Let you come stalking
I’m just joshing, kinda sort of
Your allure's over my head, you’re my fedora

There’s no other place that I’d rather be
With you by my side yes
We’ll drive to the sea
I’ll sing you Sinatra let’s love and be free
No reservations and no minor key
I’ll give you my heart if you give me yours
No need to hide it for you I adore
If you see me shine it’s your love I glow
So give me a shortcut which nobody knows