Pushin' rhymes underground like moonshine With jaunt like Jude Joy's, ride like O-Lex Die like O-Flex, shine like O-Rims Girls in chrome rims, bitch, you know what it is I'm live, live from the underground Underground, live from the underground Underground, underground Underground, underground Live from the underground, real, real, real My papa told me get paper, motherfucker hater Them J's look clean, son, but elevate the gators I took that *** to heart, plus I dug it like a cradle I'm givin' out game, playa other intertakers While you was quota sackin', I was quota backin' Callin' plays every day, never all met High five, Clyde Nine, private jet leggin' Treat the seal like a vinyl record, gotta keep it crackin' Shall I pour up, throw some smoke up, get my spit on *** a paper, sit on the track, and get my *** on Ice cold water with the flow, minus the limo I'm cinematic, multi, what label you been on? Old school ride, flickin' ashes in the train Smokin' up the booth, blowin' static in they face Cream, cash rules, everything around me King, check a boy, nigga gon' cry on me *** rhymes underground like moonshine With joint like juke joints Ride like Olex, die like O-Flex Shine like gold rings, golds and chrome rings But you know what it is, I'm live, live from the underground Underground, underground Underground, underground Underground, underground Live from the underground, real, real, real Keep it roll, I'm supposed to lose control, oh no Pop the trunk, burn the skunk and slam a door, door, door Window crack on the air, marinate the scene When I lean and crawl, couldn't see me with your high beams Play my part, I got heart, I'm Taylor Gatorshaw Plus, we sit taller than monster trucks in them trailer parts Ride candy-coated, it caught the grip, but I had to blow it Insides was rusted, my seas is bucket, but you never know it Forever tenant, so you can't keep right your bitch up in it You call her phone, she give you tone, like, why you trippin'? Cold-blooded, ain't it? But this high people, they want that cash When you ain't no bond, anybody could be in it, 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', roll a curl then And find some paint to throw some swirls in I'm pushin' rhymes on the ground like moonshine With joint like Juke joints, dry like Olex Dye like O-Flex, shine like on grills Coils and chrome rims But you know what it is, I'm live, live from the underground Underground, live from the underground Underground, underground Underground, underground Live from the underground, we a bro, bro, bro We're goin' live, from the underground From the underground, from the underground We're goin' live, from the underground From the underground, from the underground Hey, are you okay down there? Yeah, I'm fine, but where am I? You're in the mainstream. This is A&Rville. Where are you from? I'm from Catalantica, by way of the underground. For short, the South.