Lyrics Big K.R.I.T.

Big K.R.I.T.

Live from the Underground

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

My papa told me get paper, motherfuck a hater

Them J's look clean son but elevate to gators

I took that 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

C.R.E.A.M., cash rules everything around me

King, checker board nigga go and crown me

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

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 Monster 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

I'm 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

We goin' live

From the underground

From the underground

From the underground

We goin' live

From the underground

From the underground

From the underground

We goin' live

From the underground

From the underground

From the underground

We goin' live

From the underground

From the underground

From the underground

Hey, are you okay down there?

Yeah, I'm fine. Where am I?

You're in the mainstream. This is A&R-ville.

Where are you from?

I'm from Cadillactica, by way of the underground.

For short, the south