Little Brother, Big Daddy Kane - Welcome to Durham lyrics
[Little Brother, Big Daddy Kane - Welcome to Durham lyrics]
I'd like to welcome all of you
Uh, huh, yeah
To the Bull City
Better known as Durham (uh huh)
Right now we in the heart of it
Got the Butta Team
The Butta Team
Uhh, Little Brother
9th Wonder, y'all
And y'alls truly, BDK style
Big Daddy Kane in the house
Feel me out staring in the face of death
And I'm lookin in the mouth
Like, goddamn, I found Brooklyn in the South
Comin up inside the hood is due to curse you
But comin up inside the hood is universal
The shells from the ratchet
They spit the same
As well when they clap it, they hit the same
The Dutch and the Backwoods get spit the same
You ask me why I'm down here, I'm like
"Shit the same"
Folks be mostly movin low key
Tryin to make the dough be grossly OT
Who surely, be out handlin shit right
And let off more rounds
Than a championship fight
Them die against me
And we can take it from NY to NC
It's simply
That anywhere you at you can still be hood
My niggas in the dirty dirty
What's really good?
These streets out here take a lot to run
When you claim gangsta, if you're not
You're done
On your grind, can't nobody stop you, son
Lick a shot up in the air (blaow)
What block you from?
Uhh durham, NC, the place where I reside at
The Eastside is the place where they ride at
Any vice to get high, well you can buy that
Test them country boys? Wouldn't try that
Cause niggas
(niggas) is off the chain right here
Just cause it's the South
Don't get the wrong idea
You can get stained like armoires at Ikea
I declare, niggas have the wrong idea
From Eagle Pride to where colors collide
Fayetteville Street fiends brought the
Cracks for hire
Older folk down here look hard to work sire
Call my nigga Tramp, what's the haps on that?
Is that a bus you get around in
And fours get clapped at?
Go down on Brother Spree where
They shakin like craps hustlers reminisce
What's the god who's back?
"Medicine City, " how funny is that?
Yellin your name in every hood out there
No you cain't
Cause it ain't such a good idea
Little Brother, and we puttin it down tonight
Big Daddy Kane
Comin back for the crown tonight
Yellin your name in every hood out there
No you cain't
Cause it ain't such a good idea
Dirty Durham
They ain't playin around tonight
The Butta Team
Them boys layin it down tonight
I only been here for six years
But the city is in me
I can feel it when I walk
Or when I whisper somethin
And every time I spit
I drive you to your death
-tination, like I got a lisp or somethin
And if your gums get to bumpin
Them boys hit the button
For room service to come give you the toast
Dirty Durham - we got
Niggas with scholarships
And niggas with hollow tips
And I know niggas with both
That'll shoot until the block is drama-free
From niggas like you actin up
Like they Oscar nominees
You mighta been in the club
And popped that wallet
Hit the gym for a month
And maybe got rock solid
But in the Bull City they
Will send dudes to you
Just to prove to you, you
Are not that brolic, not
And they ain't askin for God's permission
They askin for God's forgiveness
For bein poverty-stricken
Stressed out and scarred from livin
Better guard your business
You ain't Ernie Barnes, nigga
Stop drawin attention
It's evident that this is as real as it gets
In the City of Medicine
Them Durham niggas is sick!
Uh, huh, yeah
To the Bull City
Better known as Durham (uh huh)
Right now we in the heart of it
Got the Butta Team
The Butta Team
Uhh, Little Brother
9th Wonder, y'all
And y'alls truly, BDK style
Big Daddy Kane in the house
Feel me out staring in the face of death
And I'm lookin in the mouth
Like, goddamn, I found Brooklyn in the South
Comin up inside the hood is due to curse you
But comin up inside the hood is universal
The shells from the ratchet
They spit the same
As well when they clap it, they hit the same
The Dutch and the Backwoods get spit the same
You ask me why I'm down here, I'm like
"Shit the same"
Folks be mostly movin low key
Tryin to make the dough be grossly OT
Who surely, be out handlin shit right
And let off more rounds
Than a championship fight
Them die against me
And we can take it from NY to NC
It's simply
That anywhere you at you can still be hood
My niggas in the dirty dirty
What's really good?
These streets out here take a lot to run
When you claim gangsta, if you're not
You're done
On your grind, can't nobody stop you, son
Lick a shot up in the air (blaow)
What block you from?
Uhh durham, NC, the place where I reside at
The Eastside is the place where they ride at
Any vice to get high, well you can buy that
Test them country boys? Wouldn't try that
Cause niggas
(niggas) is off the chain right here
Just cause it's the South
Don't get the wrong idea
You can get stained like armoires at Ikea
I declare, niggas have the wrong idea
From Eagle Pride to where colors collide
Fayetteville Street fiends brought the
Cracks for hire
Older folk down here look hard to work sire
Call my nigga Tramp, what's the haps on that?
Is that a bus you get around in
And fours get clapped at?
Go down on Brother Spree where
They shakin like craps hustlers reminisce
What's the god who's back?
"Medicine City, " how funny is that?
Yellin your name in every hood out there
No you cain't
Cause it ain't such a good idea
Little Brother, and we puttin it down tonight
Big Daddy Kane
Comin back for the crown tonight
Yellin your name in every hood out there
No you cain't
Cause it ain't such a good idea
Dirty Durham
They ain't playin around tonight
The Butta Team
Them boys layin it down tonight
I only been here for six years
But the city is in me
I can feel it when I walk
Or when I whisper somethin
And every time I spit
I drive you to your death
-tination, like I got a lisp or somethin
And if your gums get to bumpin
Them boys hit the button
For room service to come give you the toast
Dirty Durham - we got
Niggas with scholarships
And niggas with hollow tips
And I know niggas with both
That'll shoot until the block is drama-free
From niggas like you actin up
Like they Oscar nominees
You mighta been in the club
And popped that wallet
Hit the gym for a month
And maybe got rock solid
But in the Bull City they
Will send dudes to you
Just to prove to you, you
Are not that brolic, not
And they ain't askin for God's permission
They askin for God's forgiveness
For bein poverty-stricken
Stressed out and scarred from livin
Better guard your business
You ain't Ernie Barnes, nigga
Stop drawin attention
It's evident that this is as real as it gets
In the City of Medicine
Them Durham niggas is sick!