《Count on That》歌词

[00:03:04] (Dumbfoundead Verse 1)

[00:03:04] Got my favorite record on and incense lit

[00:03:04] Since an infant I’ve looked up to them big ballin’ pimps

[00:03:04] Shiny Impalas with rims the Crème de le crème

[00:03:04] Young prince with a pen trying to be one of them

[00:03:04] Now I’m grown, and my OG’s are locked up or drugged out

[00:03:04] If they seen what I done they would bug out

[00:03:04] Hitting home runs while they sitting in the dug out

[00:03:04] Got the needle to the wax trying to get the blood out

[00:03:04] Red carpet by my feet when I’m walking out the ride

[00:03:04] Graduated from the hood, I ain’t talking ‘bout Devry

[00:03:04] The school of hard knox cops let the whistles blow

[00:03:04] Where we kiss the sky high off the missile toe

[00:03:04] Now I’ve seen more ass than a strippers pole

[00:03:04] Never should’ve taught a guppy how to use a fishing pole

[00:03:04] Sticks and stones may break my bones but my words more powerful than ancient Rome

[00:03:04] Every problem that I’ve had man I faced alone

[00:03:04] Better obey me, like it’s wheat pasted on

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[00:03:04] (Kero’s Chorus)

[00:03:04] We staying up all night

[00:03:04] (yeah you can count on that)

[00:03:04] We writing our own rhymes

[00:03:04] (yeah you can count on that)

[00:03:04] Puttin good music over money

[00:03:04] (yeah you can count on that)

[00:03:04] Kid we stay on the grind

[00:03:04] (all day everyday)

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[00:03:04] (Kero Verse 2)

[00:03:04] I’m paving these roads in cobblestone

[00:03:04] old school killing pro tools, using the weapon above my collar bone

[00:03:04] you want a piece, I’ll break you off like Toblerone

[00:03:04] you can play me on your iHome or call Tablo’s phone,

[00:03:04] either way you'll hear the truth, to all the non-believers doubting, I’m rerouting your outings into a catacomb

[00:03:04] Sumimasen, its a dead end, I spit that cement, hitting foes heavy like a Chevy,

[00:03:04] move swift before it set in, I bridge the gap, catastrophic raps perhaps, these flows could break the levee’s

[00:03:04] I walk the streets , rocking levis and Sperry’s with a mariners vibe, comb my hair to the side,

[00:03:04] while my pair of J5's, buried alive, in my closet trying to surface like a serpent draw the curtains it’s time

[00:03:04] I do me, like Pamela Handerson, and Michael Bivins

[00:03:04] living, outside the mold I’m given, rhythms I kill em’, murderer slash friendly guy, Gemini

[00:03:04] friend me by twitter, facebook, or send me hi’s

[00:03:04] and despite that, some dudes fall in envy,

[00:03:04] trust I keep it moving like a U-Haul or Penske

[00:03:04] my style stay versatile like RuPaul in leggings

[00:03:04] and you can count on that like a 10-key, the ending.

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[00:03:04] (Dumbfoundead Chorus)

[00:03:04] We spitting that real shit

[00:03:04] (yeah you can count on that)

[00:03:04] That make your whole body move shit

[00:03:04] (yeah you can count on that)

[00:03:04] Every verse we kill sh*t

[00:03:04] (yeah you can count on that)

[00:03:04] Los Angeles, CA

[00:03:04] (all day everyday)

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[00:03:04] (Outro)

[00:03:04] (Dumbfoundead) Satisfaction guaranteed

[00:03:04] Giving you what you need

[00:03:04] Don’t believe everything that you hear, that you read

[00:03:04] (Kero) We slanging you that dope, raw, uncut pure

[00:03:04] Coming straight from the underground we come up sewers

[00:03:04] (Dumbfoundead) Connoisseurs of the classic, scratching and backspins

[00:03:04] Rhyming on cloud 9, electric relaxing

[00:03:04] (Kero) From the true school, to new school to old school vibe

[00:03:04] Dumbfoundead, Kero One we’re the go to guys