y'all done up and done it
y'all done up and done it
y'all done up and done it
y'all done up and done it
man y'all done up and done it
my first song was like forty-eight bars with no hook
you hear me flippin thru my pages out my favorite notebook
the microphone was in the closet no headphones
niggas scared to get some water
roaches hangin over the faucets
tez'll break a sweat just tryin to make beats
e-dubz was being a hustler
all play flirtin all his customers
nappy smokin blacks out on the back po'ch
i'm thinkin i got everything a country boy could ask for
now what we do to get here?
lay it down and bring it to ya raw
but the hatred it made us cuss more
but it was hard - stepped up
ran thru what we scared up
but what was we afraid for?
but must believe we won't fall!
them country boys on the rise!
with them big fat wheels on the side!
peep them vertical grills on the ride!
bet that from that roota to that toota-file
them country boys ain't headed south for six miles
twankies with them hundred-spokes
skullied on that front po'ch
plus you know they got 'dro
seventy-nine coupe deville vertical caddy grill
interstate 65 headin down to cashville
spent my last cent on the rent
gotta grind anythang and everythang
cross the county line with mary jane
to cash and fame and sold my soul
with same jeans and nappy 'fro
i might hop off the harley
smoke pot like bob marley
not parties with charties
wallin like they swallowin bacardi
understand you 'bout to lose ya life fuckin with theeemm!
them country boys on the rise!
with them big fat wheels on the side!
peep the vertical grills on the ride!
them country boys on the ride!
with them big fat wheels on the side!
peep the vertical grills on the ride!