Live from the Underground [Reprise]

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