Talib Kweli, Raheem DeVaughn, UGK - Country Cousins lyrics

Down cousins across the border
I got cousins country cousins
I got cousins country cousins wHOO!

Yo son
What the deal son? What's really hood son?
(what's really hood?)
Word is born, shit is real, shit is real
Yo son, this block is def
Nigga need to go over here
And pop off real quick
I gotta get that gwop by all means
You know what I'm sayin son

Growing 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 that
Was taught to say
And every Saturday morning
I watched cartoons with a
Bowl of Frosted Flakes
Then the puberty came
Started hitting them cuties with game
And the truancy came (uh)
Started cutting in not just class
I was comin all fast, i was new to the game
(uh) used to playin on TV
Courtesy of video music box
Plus! Knew a lot of hustlas, goin OT
Comin back with the new hip-hop
Like! E-40 holding down the yay
(that yay) , NWA in LA
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 (word is born)
But must New Yorkers got family
In South and North Carolina (come on)
LA is little Alabama
They walk and they talk
With a country grammar
New York think everybody else sound
Country, so they get started
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

It's nothin
I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin
We stay connected by the slang we bustin
Want it simply put? You can't pin me
When I spit gotta set everyone free
I'mma 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
We stay connected by the slang we bustin
The thing we bustin, the game we hustlin
The things we cuttin
The flame we cuppin, the lames we snuffin
Your name is nothin!

Growing up in PA
I knew nobody out there talked like us
Nothin but that county slang
"What up dog? What up cuzz?"
Late night you see us
Guzzling 40's, menthols, wine, and weed
Sitting on the back porch, getting zooted
Feeling fine indeed
Listening to Eric B and Rakim or EPMD
Cool C and Steady B, plus that Public Enemy
Not to mention NWA, 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, The Convicts
Def IV and Too Much Trouble
Odd Squad and Ganksta NIP 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 hit's by the dozen
Put it down when they said we wasn't
Trust me it's nothin
Just another day in the life
Of your country cousins

In Brooklyn
New York I'm down with Lord Jamar
Back in PAT, 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 LA i fuck with Ice T
Short Dog is my OG, we been down forever
Taught me the game, lane to lane
And keep my pimpin' together
Niggas don't understand by far
Back in the day
It was Mase and then my brother
Put me up on Black Star
Starving blacks often lose our way
Cause we isolate ourselves and give
Our ghetto pass away
My niggas pass away in an unreal way
They mommas depleted
I'm just tryna make sure
That their kids straight
I'm on the chitlin' tour with
My mic in my hand
Shittin' on these jealous niggas in
The new world clan
I wouldn't trade it for nothin
Only a crazy man would
I represent for the whole South
But mainly just for my hood
The pimpin's good

I got cousins (I got cousins)
Country cousins (country cousins)
Like blood that's thicker than water
(it's nothin) , down dirty 'cross the border
I got cousins (I got cousins)
Country cousins (country cousins)
Like blood that's thicker than water
(it's nothin) , down dirty 'cross the border
They're my country cousins!