Count on That Lyrics
| Song | Count on That |
| Artist | Kero One |
| Artist | Dumbfoundead |
| Album | Color Theory |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mike B Kim/jonathan park | |
| 作曲 : Mike B Kim | |
| (Dumbfoundead Verse 1) | |
| Got my favorite record on and incense lit | |
| Since an infant I’ve looked up to them big ballin’ pimps | |
| Shiny Impalas with rims the Crème de le crème | |
| Young prince with a pen trying to be one of them | |
| Now I’m grown, and my OG’s are locked up or drugged out | |
| If they seen what I done they would bug out | |
| Hitting home runs while they sitting in the dug out | |
| Got the needle to the wax trying to get the blood out | |
| Red carpet by my feet when I’m walking out the ride | |
| Graduated from the hood, I ain’t talking ‘bout Devry | |
| The school of hard knox cops let the whistles blow | |
| Where we kiss the sky high off the missile toe | |
| Now I’ve seen more ass than a strippers pole | |
| Never should’ve taught a guppy how to use a fishing pole | |
| Sticks and stones may break my bones but my words more powerful than ancient Rome | |
| Every problem that I’ve had man I faced alone | |
| Better obey me, like it’s wheat pasted on | |
| (Kero’s Chorus) | |
| We staying up all night | |
| (yeah you can count on that) | |
| We writing our own rhymes | |
| (yeah you can count on that) | |
| Puttin good music over money | |
| (yeah you can count on that) | |
| Kid we stay on the grind | |
| (all day everyday) | |
| (Kero Verse 2) | |
| I’m paving these roads in cobblestone | |
| old school killing pro tools, using the weapon above my collar bone | |
| you want a piece, I’ll break you off like Toblerone | |
| you can play me on your iHome or call Tablo’s phone, | |
| either way you'll hear the truth, to all the non-believers doubting, I’m rerouting your outings into a catacomb | |
| Sumimasen, its a dead end, I spit that cement, hitting foes heavy like a Chevy, | |
| move swift before it set in, I bridge the gap, catastrophic raps perhaps, these flows could break the levee’s | |
| I walk the streets , rocking levis and Sperry’s with a mariners vibe, comb my hair to the side, | |
| while my pair of J5's, buried alive, in my closet trying to surface like a serpent draw the curtains it’s time | |
| I do me, like Pamela Handerson, and Michael Bivins | |
| living, outside the mold I’m given, rhythms I kill em’, murderer slash friendly guy, Gemini | |
| friend me by twitter, facebook, or send me hi’s | |
| and despite that, some dudes fall in envy, | |
| trust I keep it moving like a U-Haul or Penske | |
| my style stay versatile like RuPaul in leggings | |
| and you can count on that like a 10-key, the ending. | |
| (Dumbfoundead Chorus) | |
| We spitting that real shit | |
| (yeah you can count on that) | |
| That make your whole body move shit | |
| (yeah you can count on that) | |
| Every verse we kill sh*t | |
| (yeah you can count on that) | |
| Los Angeles, CA | |
| (all day everyday) | |
| (Outro) | |
| (Dumbfoundead) Satisfaction guaranteed | |
| Giving you what you need | |
| Don’t believe everything that you hear, that you read | |
| (Kero) We slanging you that dope, raw, uncut pure | |
| Coming straight from the underground we come up sewers | |
| (Dumbfoundead) Connoisseurs of the classic, scratching and backspins | |
| Rhyming on cloud 9, electric relaxing | |
| (Kero) From the true school, to new school to old school vibe | |
| Dumbfoundead, Kero One we’re the go to guys |
| zuo ci : Mike B Kim jonathan park | |
| zuo qu : Mike B Kim | |
| Dumbfoundead Verse 1 | |
| Got my favorite record on and incense lit | |
| Since an infant I' ve looked up to them big ballin' pimps | |
| Shiny Impalas with rims the Cre me de le cre me | |
| Young prince with a pen trying to be one of them | |
| Now I' m grown, and my OG' s are locked up or drugged out | |
| If they seen what I done they would bug out | |
| Hitting home runs while they sitting in the dug out | |
| Got the needle to the wax trying to get the blood out | |
| Red carpet by my feet when I' m walking out the ride | |
| Graduated from the hood, I ain' t talking ' bout Devry | |
| The school of hard knox cops let the whistles blow | |
| Where we kiss the sky high off the missile toe | |
| Now I' ve seen more ass than a strippers pole | |
| Never should' ve taught a guppy how to use a fishing pole | |
| Sticks and stones may break my bones but my words more powerful than ancient Rome | |
| Every problem that I' ve had man I faced alone | |
| Better obey me, like it' s wheat pasted on | |
| Kero' s Chorus | |
| We staying up all night | |
| yeah you can count on that | |
| We writing our own rhymes | |
| yeah you can count on that | |
| Puttin good music over money | |
| yeah you can count on that | |
| Kid we stay on the grind | |
| all day everyday | |
| Kero Verse 2 | |
| I' m paving these roads in cobblestone | |
| old school killing pro tools, using the weapon above my collar bone | |
| you want a piece, I' ll break you off like Toblerone | |
| you can play me on your iHome or call Tablo' s phone, | |
| either way you' ll hear the truth, to all the nonbelievers doubting, I' m rerouting your outings into a catacomb | |
| Sumimasen, its a dead end, I spit that cement, hitting foes heavy like a Chevy, | |
| move swift before it set in, I bridge the gap, catastrophic raps perhaps, these flows could break the levee' s | |
| I walk the streets , rocking levis and Sperry' s with a mariners vibe, comb my hair to the side, | |
| while my pair of J5' s, buried alive, in my closet trying to surface like a serpent draw the curtains it' s time | |
| I do me, like Pamela Handerson, and Michael Bivins | |
| living, outside the mold I' m given, rhythms I kill em', murderer slash friendly guy, Gemini | |
| friend me by twitter, facebook, or send me hi' s | |
| and despite that, some dudes fall in envy, | |
| trust I keep it moving like a UHaul or Penske | |
| my style stay versatile like RuPaul in leggings | |
| and you can count on that like a 10key, the ending. | |
| Dumbfoundead Chorus | |
| We spitting that real shit | |
| yeah you can count on that | |
| That make your whole body move shit | |
| yeah you can count on that | |
| Every verse we kill sh t | |
| yeah you can count on that | |
| Los Angeles, CA | |
| all day everyday | |
| Outro | |
| Dumbfoundead Satisfaction guaranteed | |
| Giving you what you need | |
| Don' t believe everything that you hear, that you read | |
| Kero We slanging you that dope, raw, uncut pure | |
| Coming straight from the underground we come up sewers | |
| Dumbfoundead Connoisseurs of the classic, scratching and backspins | |
| Rhyming on cloud 9, electric relaxing | |
| Kero From the true school, to new school to old school vibe | |
| Dumbfoundead, Kero One we' re the go to guys |
| zuò cí : Mike B Kim jonathan park | |
| zuò qǔ : Mike B Kim | |
| Dumbfoundead Verse 1 | |
| Got my favorite record on and incense lit | |
| Since an infant I' ve looked up to them big ballin' pimps | |
| Shiny Impalas with rims the Crè me de le crè me | |
| Young prince with a pen trying to be one of them | |
| Now I' m grown, and my OG' s are locked up or drugged out | |
| If they seen what I done they would bug out | |
| Hitting home runs while they sitting in the dug out | |
| Got the needle to the wax trying to get the blood out | |
| Red carpet by my feet when I' m walking out the ride | |
| Graduated from the hood, I ain' t talking ' bout Devry | |
| The school of hard knox cops let the whistles blow | |
| Where we kiss the sky high off the missile toe | |
| Now I' ve seen more ass than a strippers pole | |
| Never should' ve taught a guppy how to use a fishing pole | |
| Sticks and stones may break my bones but my words more powerful than ancient Rome | |
| Every problem that I' ve had man I faced alone | |
| Better obey me, like it' s wheat pasted on | |
| Kero' s Chorus | |
| We staying up all night | |
| yeah you can count on that | |
| We writing our own rhymes | |
| yeah you can count on that | |
| Puttin good music over money | |
| yeah you can count on that | |
| Kid we stay on the grind | |
| all day everyday | |
| Kero Verse 2 | |
| I' m paving these roads in cobblestone | |
| old school killing pro tools, using the weapon above my collar bone | |
| you want a piece, I' ll break you off like Toblerone | |
| you can play me on your iHome or call Tablo' s phone, | |
| either way you' ll hear the truth, to all the nonbelievers doubting, I' m rerouting your outings into a catacomb | |
| Sumimasen, its a dead end, I spit that cement, hitting foes heavy like a Chevy, | |
| move swift before it set in, I bridge the gap, catastrophic raps perhaps, these flows could break the levee' s | |
| I walk the streets , rocking levis and Sperry' s with a mariners vibe, comb my hair to the side, | |
| while my pair of J5' s, buried alive, in my closet trying to surface like a serpent draw the curtains it' s time | |
| I do me, like Pamela Handerson, and Michael Bivins | |
| living, outside the mold I' m given, rhythms I kill em', murderer slash friendly guy, Gemini | |
| friend me by twitter, facebook, or send me hi' s | |
| and despite that, some dudes fall in envy, | |
| trust I keep it moving like a UHaul or Penske | |
| my style stay versatile like RuPaul in leggings | |
| and you can count on that like a 10key, the ending. | |
| Dumbfoundead Chorus | |
| We spitting that real shit | |
| yeah you can count on that | |
| That make your whole body move shit | |
| yeah you can count on that | |
| Every verse we kill sh t | |
| yeah you can count on that | |
| Los Angeles, CA | |
| all day everyday | |
| Outro | |
| Dumbfoundead Satisfaction guaranteed | |
| Giving you what you need | |
| Don' t believe everything that you hear, that you read | |
| Kero We slanging you that dope, raw, uncut pure | |
| Coming straight from the underground we come up sewers | |
| Dumbfoundead Connoisseurs of the classic, scratching and backspins | |
| Rhyming on cloud 9, electric relaxing | |
| Kero From the true school, to new school to old school vibe | |
| Dumbfoundead, Kero One we' re the go to guys |
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