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• Artiste: Cunninlynguists
• Titre: Since When?
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[38 seconds of instrumental to open] [Natti:] We, flavor the muzak, chop this, Screw that Take you to church in a verse and you move back Holy Ghost from the lonely coast, pick humility Facin critics cold fronts, blockin out humidity We own rap - fo' sho' it's cognac, I twist yo' dome back Our tracks seem to be nappy - but you can't comb that Call it El Natural sound of soul You ain't seen these darts and how fast they flown From, 'tween these parts and the ones near known My slang bang with a twang and hang on earlobes You hear how daddy how there's Caddies with no steering column on 'em With enough lines to dry all the clothes that you own And since when did the South get pinned in a drought Not never been clever since big Timbs been about Reachin whatever levels that are suspended in doubt That we as bad as yo' kids when this mic's to our mouth I hear 'em talkin 'bout Southern folks can't rhyme Some of y'all must be out your God damned mind Yeah, it's about that time, we got that shine Cause niggaz been about them lines Since when? E'ry since a "Pocket Full of Stones" Ridin dirty in a Chevy sittin heavy on chrome Ever since Goodie Mo' had +Food+ for +Soul+ And them dirty red dawgs done hit the do' [female voice:] Y'all ain't ready for that shit yet But be on the lookout for Cunninlynguists next album "A Piece of Strange"