Artist: Little Brother Album: 2K5 Soundtrack Song: Carolina Agents Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, check it, uh [Chorus] Dirt nasty stinkin Get it up, get a cup, get a drink and Rollin up in them big red Lincoln Trust they ask, "What the fuck was y'all thinkin?" Uh, Carolina agents Get a flick, get a chick, get a Days Inn Come through with the crew we be makin noise, they ask, "Why them boys is so flagrant?" [Phonte] Might wanna call your bet off, fix us in and y'all can't contend with this joint we 'bout to set off Everytime Phonte come to your town and start throwin it down, a couple rounds get let off In commemoration of, his penetration Through ya defense and it's a celebration when everybody cheerin for me in the skybox 'Cause my team +break fast+ like IHOP and if you get scurred, you will get served Televised +Nationwide+ like insurance and you too could feel the aftershock Ten years later, still be a laughingstock 'cause we always make the play, in the house and we callin niggaz out like graduation dates 9th Wonder's the editor, and Pooh's the predator But Tay's the creditor, I'ma make 'em pay, y'know? C'mon [Chorus] [Rapper Big Pooh] Yo, I wild wit it, shiznit's wicked A mind over pretend yo did it wit no gimmicks My, pro image, throwback vintage Shines every time, you can read it in my sentence Pray repentance, niggaz is comin, young'n Gunnin, like Larry and 'nem Who's hurryin him? See Poobie step back Observe one time, start worryin 'nem (Ha!) My God, my squad, go hard Remind young goon wit junkyard We truck y'all like Shaq wit Kob' Keep niggaz runnin, damn it's only thirty sold?! You could fold if you wanna, this lukewarm summer means, barhuggin 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 a fear, nig-GAH! [Phonte, w/ Pooh "oohing"] Uh...one more time, let's give it to 'em Check it out, check it out, uh... Yo, I will not lose, and if you thought I would ever settle for anything less, homey, I got news [Rapper Big Pooh] I write crew like Teddy and Erv Muhfuckaz better learn 'fore that bridge get burned [Phonte] to the third degree, NC's the new state of emergency Yes, yes, we get it poppin Kickin the truth and just stickin to the doctrine I'm here to tell ya that failure's not an option [Rapper Big Pooh] I heard the streets is watchin, people plottin LB's in the house and we keep it poppin (Let 'em know) The beats are droppin, verses ready Big Dho's in the house! So the checks are heavy [Phonte] and C. Simms is holdin 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" Nigga, I don't give a fuck how you and ya man feel, ya know?! (shit!) [Chorus and instrumental til fade]