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Carolina Agents
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Bert nasty stinking, get a cup
Get a cup, get to drinking
Pullin' up in them big red [unverified] trucks
They ask what the f**k was y'all thinking
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Features Of This Song
east coast rap roots
r&b influences
rock influences
headnodic beats
vocal samples
clear pronunciation
street talkin' lyrics
party rhymes
boastin' lyrics
the use of chordal patterning
a tight kick sound
acoustic drum samples
wah-wah guitar
electric guitars
the heavy use of R&B samples
use of strings
a dry recording sound
production by a famous producer

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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Mean ball hard for the rest of the year
The haters be like, "Give it a rest already"
Big Do is in the house so checks are heavy
Kickin' the truth and just sticking to the doctrine
We trunk y'all like Shaq with Kobe
9th wonder's the editor, Pooh's the predator
Come through with the crew
I don't give a fuck 'bout how you and ya man feel
Televised nationwide like insurance
(Let 'em know)
'Cause we always make the play in the house
Might wanna call ya bet off
Get a chick, get a Days Inn
And C Simms is holding the camera extra steady
(Ya know)
And if you get scared, you will get served
I'm here to tell you, failure is not an option
Streets are watchin' people plottin'
I will settle for anything less than homie
And they know we be makin' noise
Bert nasty stinking, get a cup
Throwin' it down, couple rounds get let off
Through ya defense and it's a celebration
With this joint we 'bout to set off
Ten years later still be a laughing stock
They ask what the fuck was y'all thinking
Got bitches back naked like it's hot in here
Get a cup, get to drinking
Everytime Phonte come in ya town
Come through with the crew
The beats are droppin', verses ready
If you scared say you scared I can smell the fear nigga
They ask, "Why them boys so flagrant?"
Bert nasty stinking, get a cup
Get a chick, get a Days Inn
Gunning, like [unverified] and them
Come through with the crew
Every time you can read it in my sentence
Carolina Agents, get a flick
You can fold if ya wanna, this lukewarm summer
Pray repentence, niggaz is comin' young'n
Pullin' up in them big red [unverified] trucks
Pullin' up in them big red [unverified] trucks
In commemoration of his penetration
See Pooh gon' step back and start warying them
And they know we be makin' noise
Niggaz running, man there's only 30 sold?
'Cuz my team break-fast like IHOP
And you too will feel a aftershock
Carolina Agents, get a flick
My God, my squad, go hard
Songwriters: Phonte Lyshod Coleman, Patrick Denard Douthit, Thomas Jones
And they know we be makin' noise
Pullin' up in them big red [unverified] trucks
But Tay is the creditor I'ma make 'em pay
Get a cup, get to drinking
Publishers: BIG POOH MUSIC, HITCO MUSIC, IMAGINE NATION MUSIC, IT'S A WONDERFUL WORLD OF MUSIC, MUSIC OF WINDSWEPT
Get a cup, get to drinking
My, pro image throwback vintage
Get a chick, get a Days Inn
NC's in a state of emergency
Yo, I will not lose and if you thought
They ask what the fuck was y'all thinking
Remind young Do of junkyard
LB is in the house and we keep it poppin'
They ask, "Why them boys so flagrant?"
They ask what the fuck was y'all thinking
(Ya know)
Of when everybody cheerin' for me in the Skybox
(Ha)
(Yes, yes, get it poppin')
'Cuz when I'm on stage it's hard to stand still
I got news to the 3rd degree
I ride with it shiznit's wicked
Bert nasty stinking, get a cup
And we callin' niggaz out like graduation day
The fix is in and y'all can't contend
They ask, "Why them boys so flagrant?"
Carolina Agents, get a flick
Mind over pretend I did it with no gimmicks
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