Country Boyz

We just some country boys - country walk, country talk

Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin off

We just some country boys - country walk, country talk

Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin off

Uhhh.. this **** no games (no games)

With my Hanes tee shirt with a pick and roll chain (chain, chain...)

Durag, baby blue 'Lac

85 South - don't drive it too fast (too fast)

My **** don't roll no phillies

Get a big box of them brown Dutches (brown Dutches)

We don't want no brand new car

Tell Brandon “lemme get them keys to the Cutlass” (Cutlass)

Represent for the M-I-L, the A-T-L, the Naptown (Naptown)

Stay smokin’ that smackdown

Keep myself a lil half-pound (half-pound)

You know B. Stille in the cut

On the back po'ch Jig grillin’ it up (what, what)

Black folks just livin’ it up

Court next week not givin’ a fuck (uh, uh)

What's up? Chrome spinnin’

Only rap to them grown women (grown women)

Stay high, we'll play shy

Least till I can get home wit’em (home wit’em)

Shorty whattchu thinkin’ whattchu drinkin’?

Thinkin’ it is what it ain't (what it ain’t)

I can’t be trickin’ so don't be trippin’

Thinkin’ I can when I can’t come on

**** hooked it up, like the waitress from the IHOP

Nothin but the grits, steak, and egg with that

Waitin for the five dollar pancake, front-back side to side

Impala, country boy, Cadillac, cat sick in the Monte Carlo

All clean (twenty inches) at the seam (plenty chickens)

Get the green (split the swishers) at the Beam (shit done seem)

Craziest muh'fucker, what y'all **** do for cream

Never knock the hustle scheme, only what the cheddar bring

Hate, fake-****, hoes, envy, greed, jealousy

Cain't take what a **** make type of enemy

Smilin' in my face but they really ain't no friend to me

Cain't wait, send em eight straight nine milli-mee

Aww hell naw, y'all **** ain't feelin me!

Colt 45 e'rytime like Billy D

Ninety-five (?) leave through Tennessee

Quarter pound with the Crown fuckin wit my memory

Peanut butter (Rag-tops) - what's fuckin wit that?!

(String beans) pork chops - what's fuckin wit that?!

Dime sack (with the gnac') - what's fuckin wit that?!

What's fuckin with that?! What's fuckin wit that?!

Every Chevy (on dubs) - what's fuckin wit that?!

(Jodi-Bodi) strip clubs - what's fuckin wit that?!

Nappy Roots (hey dawg) - what's fuckin wit that?!

What's fuckin wit that?! What's fuckin wit that?!

Come down to the country, you won't wanna go back

Vertical grills in front of the 'Lac

Blunts rolled so fat, put one in my back

Plus a buncha country boys wit gats, you don't want none-a that

Keep - my nine - right beside me, at all times

Cuz I be in the line, like somma these **** you find

Don't want you to shine, right yea..

From the side and nine-to-nine

Roll around here somethin tryna sell mine

Lord know but I got a dime early time

Got me feelin to', now my Eggo's cold

See I'm a country boy (Huh?) Close the door (Huh?)

Clinton and Gore (Huh?) Y'all been warned (Huh?)

Guns and more - better hit the floor

Them yeggaz want ya cuz they comin in with them laws

Fuck - yo life; buck - my chife

And I got my ride, fool, I'm ready to ride

For my yeggaz I'mma bring it to you dead or alive

Yeah that's fa sho' ya better know that

You a nasty ho, ya better show that

Got a quiet lil' spot we can go at

And if you ain't wit that, we can show you where the do' at

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