Lyrics Little Brother

Little Brother

Carolina Agents

Bert nasty stinking, get a cup

Get a cup, get to drinking

Pullin' up in them big red [unverified] trucks

They ask what the fuck was y'all thinking

Carolina Agents, get a flick

Get a chick, get a Days Inn

Come through with the crew

And they know we be makin' noise

They ask, "Why them boys so flagrant?"

Might wanna call ya bet off

The fix is in and y'all can't contend

With this joint we 'bout to set off

Everytime Phonte come in ya town

Throwin' it down, couple rounds get let off

In commemoration of his penetration

Through ya defense and it's a celebration

Of when everybody cheerin' for me in the Skybox

'cause my team break-fast like IHOP

And if you get scared, you will get served

Televised nationwide like insurance

And you too will feel a aftershock

Ten years later still be a laughing stock

'Cause we always make the play in the house

And we callin' niggaz out like graduation day

9th wonder's the editor, Pooh's the predator

But Tay is the creditor I'ma make 'em pay

(Ya know)

Bert nasty stinking, get a cup

Get a cup, get to drinking

Pullin' up in them big red [unverified] trucks

They ask what the fuck was y'all thinking

Carolina Agents, get a flick

Get a chick, get a Days Inn

Come through with the crew

And they know we be makin' noise

They ask, "Why them boys so flagrant?"

I ride with it shiznit's wicked

Mind over pretend I did it with no gimmicks

My, pro image throwback vintage

Every time you can read it in my sentence

Pray repentance, niggaz is comin' young'n

Gunning, like [unverified] and them

See Pooh gon' step back and start warying them

(Ha)

My God, my squad, go hard

Remind young Do of junkyard

We trunk y'all like Shaq with Kobe

Niggaz running, man there's only 30 sold?

You can fold if ya wanna, this lukewarm summer

Mean ball hard for the rest of the year

Got bitches back naked like it's hot in here

If you scared say you scared I can smell the fear nigga

Yo, I will not lose and if you thought

I will settle for anything less than homie

I got news to the 3rd degree

NC's in a state of emergency

(Yes, yes, get it poppin')

Kickin' the truth and just sticking to the doctrine

I'm here to tell you, failure is not an option

Streets are watchin' people plottin'

LB is in the house and we keep it poppin'

(Let 'em know)

The beats are droppin', verses ready

Big Do is in the house so checks are heavy

And see Simms is holding the camera extra steady

'cause when I'm on stage it's hard to stand still

The haters be like, "Give it a rest already"

I don't give a fuck 'bout how you and ya man feel

(Ya know)

Bert nasty stinking, get a cup

Get a cup, get to drinking

Pullin' up in them big red [unverified] trucks

They ask what the fuck was y'all thinking

Carolina Agents, get a flick

Get a chick, get a Days Inn

Come through with the crew

And they know we be makin' noise

They ask, "Why them boys so flagrant?"