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Since When
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Since When은(는) 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2006년 1월 24일일에 L.A. Underground에서 발매되었습니다.A Piece of Strange
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발매일2006년 1월 24일
라벨L.A. Underground
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뮤직 비디오

뮤직 비디오

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실연 아티스트
Cunninlynguists
Cunninlynguists
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Robbie Nevil
Robbie Nevil
작곡가
Brock Walsh
Brock Walsh
작곡가

가사

[Verse 1]
We flava the music, chop this, screw that
Take you through church in a verse till you view fact
Holy ghost, from the lowly coast, spit humility
Facin' critics' cold fronts, blockin' our humidity
We own rap
Fo sho as cognac'll twist yo' dome back
Our tracks? See, they be nappy
But you can't comb that
Call it el natural sound of soul
You ain't seen these darts or how fast they've flown
From, 'tween these parts and the ones 'nere known
My slang bang with a twang and hang on earlobes
You hear Natti, hot as caddies
With no steerin' 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 BIC pens been about
Reachin' whatever levels that'll suspend any doubt
That we as bad as you kids when this mic's to our mouth
[Verse 2]
I hear 'em talkin' 'bout Southern folks can't rhyme
Some of y'all must be out of your goddamn mind
Yeah, it's about that time, we got that shine
'Cause **** been about them lines
Since when?
Ever 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'
[Verse 3]
The Mason-Dixon Line, been across ya mind
Like night sticks
Rain down on the game and fuck it up like white kicks
I might switch, south paw
Knuckle to jaw
If another broke **** spit about spendin' it all
I spit the gems that you splurge to put around your neck
So save that to pay back all your loans and debts
A Maybach and a plaque? Is that all you get? Shit
We struggle to juggle talent with a hell of a sales pitch
Standin' on southern dirt that helped America get rich
You ain't gotta struggle with a shovel to dig this
Cold as no power, after hours in the winter months
Hot though
Crock-pot flow
So here dinner comes
Walk them sheltoes down underground railroads
**** fresh outta jail clothes, spittin' like Hell's close
And these words ain't slurred
Maybe how you listen's blurred
You ain't feelin' sickness served?
Muhfucka, kiss a curb
[Verse 4]
I hear 'em talkin' 'bout Southern folks can't rhyme
Some of y'all must be out of your goddamn mind
Yeah, it's about that time, we got that shine
'Cause **** been about them lines
Since when?
Ever 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'
Since when?
Written by: Brock Walsh, Robbie Nevil
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