[Intro: Raheem DeVaughn]nDown cousins.. across the bordernI got cousins.. country cousinsnI got cousins.. country cousinsnWHOO!nn[Talib Kweli over Intro]nYo son, what the deal son? What's really hood son? (what's really hood?)nWord is bond, shit is real, shit is realnYo son, this block is defnNigga need to go over here and pop off real quicknI gotta get that guap by all means, you know what I'm sayin sonnn[Talib Kweli]nGrowing up in Brooklyn, shit I thought that everybody talked this waynRaised on Rakim and Run-D.M.C., so we thought that everybody (walked this way)nWe fresh, we chill, we def, we ill, it's just some things that was taught to saynAnd every Saturday morning, I watched cartoons with a bowl of Frosted FlakesnAnd.. the puberty came, started hitting them cuties with game and the truancy came (uh!)nStarted cutting in acting class, I was comin all fast, I was new to the game (uh!)nUsed to playin on T.V., courtesy of video music boxnPlus! Knew a lot of hustlas, goin O.T., comin back with the new hip-hopnLike! E-40 holding down the yay (that yay), N.W.A. in L.A.nOutKast from the A-Town, way down in Houston they play the UGKnI walk and talk kinda fast and thought of as a New York kinda rhymer (word is bond)nBut must New Yorkers got family in South and North Carolina (come on!)nL.A. is little Alabama, they walk and they talk with a country grammarnAnd you think everybody else sound country, so they get started, started callin 'em BamanDown south where we buy them hammers, down south where we sell them drugsnDown south where life is cheap, where they quick to fill you up with slugsnn[Chorus Talib Kweli w/ Raheem DeVaughn singing in background]nIt's nothin, I'm from New York but I got country cousinsnIt's nothin, you stay connected by the slang you bustinnWant it simply put? You can't rip me when I spit for the Section One freenI'ma underground king, nigga Pimp C freenWord up to my man Bun B what?nIt's nothin, I'm from New York but I got country cousinsnIt's nothin, you stay connected by the slang you bustinnThe thing you bustin, the game you hustlin, the days your cuttinnThe flame you cuffin and the lames you snuffin, your name is nothin!nn[Bun B]nGrowing up in P.A., I knew nobody out there talked like usnNothin but that county slang, What up dog? What up cuzz?nLate night you see us guzzling 40's, menthols, wine, and weednSitting on the back porch, getting zooted, feeling fine in deednListening to Eric B.and Rakim or EPMDnCool C and Steady B, plus that Public EnemynNot to mention N.W.A., DJ Quik, and MC EightnDown south we listen to it all, we didn't discriminatenBetter off them Geto Boys, Raheem, and the Royal FlushnRap-A-Lot Records based out in Houston, represents for usnO.G. style, they cars, fix them vogues with human troublenOur squad is gangsta nigga, put it down for H-Town on the doublenSo I said, It's time to hustle, got down with my brother CnPut together UGK and shit the rest is historynWe make hits by the dozen, put it down when they said we wasn'tnTrust me it's nothin, just another day in the life for country cousinsnn[Chorus]nn[Pimp C]nIn Brooklyn, New York I'm down with Large and MarlnBack in P.A.T., man we be sippin the barrenI'm down with J. from Houston and I think it should benBut when I'm mobbin L.A. I fuck with Ice-TnShort Dog is my O.G., we been down forevernTaught me the game, lane to lane, and keep my pimpin togethernNiggaz don't understand by far back in the daynIt was amazing and my brother put me up on Black StarnStarving blacks on the news, I weighednCause we isolate ourselves and give our ghetto pass awaynMy niggaz passed away in an unreal waynThey mommas depleted, I'm just tryna make sure that their kids straightnI'm on the chitalin tour with my mic in my handnShittin on these jealous niggaz in the new world clannI wouldn't trade it for nothin, only a crazy man wouldnI represent for the whole South, I made it just for my hoodnThe pimpin's good...nn[Raheem DeVaughn]nI got cousins (I got cousins), country cousins (country cousins)nLike blood that's thicker than water (it's nothin), down dirty 'cross the bordernI got cousins (I got cousins), country cousins (country cousins)nLike blood that's thicker than water (it's nothin), down dirty 'cross the bordernIn my country cousins!