Live From The Underground Lyrics - Live From The Underground - Big K.r.i.t.

[Hook:] 

Pushin' rhymes underground like moonshine 

With jump like juke joints 

Ridin' like old 'lacs 

Down like 4 flats 

Shine like gold grills 

Curls and chrome rims 

Bitch you know what it is 

I'm Live from the underground, underground 

Live from the underground, underground 

Underground, underground 

Live from the underground railroad 

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[Verse 1:] 

My papa told me get paper, motherfuck a hater 

Them J's look clean son but elevate to gators 

I took the shit to heart plus I dug it like a crater 

I'm givin' out game player are there any takers 

While you was quarter sackin' I was quarterbackin 

Callin' plays everyday, level All-Madden 

Hi five, cloud nine, private jet lackin' 

Treat the seal like a vinyl record, gotta keep it crackin 

Shall I pour up, blow some smoke up, get my spit on 

Grab a paper, sit on a track and get my shit on 

Ice cold water with the flow minus the lemon 

I'm Cinematic Multi, what label you been on? 

Old school ridin' flickin' ashes in the tray 

Smokin' up the booth blowin' static in they face 

Cream, cash rules everything around me 

King, checker board nigga go and crown me 

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[Hook] 

[Verse 2:] 

Keep it rolled, I'm supposed to lose control 

Oh no, pop the trunk, burn a skunk and slam a do', do' 

Window crack on the ave, marinate the scene 

When I lean and crawl couldn't see me with your high beams 

Play my part, I got heart, I'm tailor gator sharp 

Plus we sit taller than Malta trucks in them trailer park 

My candy coated it cost a grip but I had to blow it 

Your sides was dusty, my seats is bucket but you'll never know it 

Forever tinted so you can't peep while your bitch up in it 

You call her phone she give you tone like "Why you trippin'" 

Cold blooded ain't it but that's how it be when they want that cash 

When you ain't around anybody can be in that ass 

Heard that from 8-Ball homeboy girlfriend 

If she a bopper then she probably ain't your girl then 

You claim you pimpin' don't be trickin' wear a curl then 

And find some paint to put some swirls in 

[Hook] 

[Outro: x4] 

We goin' live 

From the underground 

From the underground 

From the underground