Country Boes – Redneck Souljers (feat. J Rosevelt)
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I build me up a house of cards Just so I can knock ’em down You lookin’ for them city boys Won’t find them ’cause they not around Not in my town, not in my state Not in the south, not anywhere Got four girls on four wheelers Took four shots of whiskey (yeah) Chevy trucks we drive ’em Motorcycles we like ’em Ask Bigg John, he’s in the front lawn Them bon-fires we all night ’em (night ’em) We tilt back till we fall down Stay passed out till we get up Got 52 girls playin’ 52 pick up In the sticks with a gallon fulla hiccup
Country Boes I hit you with a chair, goin’ buck wild on ’em Hell-In-a-Cell, powerbomb you through the stairs We some Country Boes Give ’em the peoples elbow, we don’t tell no lies We just some country boys so you know that we can survive
Beer cans off in the yard Liquor bottles and southern cars Moonshine still in the jar Let me tell you what we about We getting down under the stars Kickin’ pigs and startin’ fires Sittin’ around like fools Poppin’ bras and playin’ cards Fatt Tarr, in the pines or at the bar Goin’ Jeff Jarrett on um I just broke my damn guitar C-Hubb went woo, Ric Flair, the powers in his hair Not Pusher T but like Booker T When I’m flyin’ through the air
Country Boes I hit you with a chair, goin’ buck wild on ’em Hell-In-a-Cell, powerbomb you through the stairs We some Country Boes Give ’em the peoples elbow, we don’t tell no lies We just some country boys so you know that we can survive
I like my chicken fried with them candied yams And my cornbread with that hot sauce And them beer kegs at them house parties In the boondocks by them pine straws Got trucks parked up in the driveway with that Loud bass until the cops called When they get there we gone turn it down But turn it right back up when them cops gone, okay How many times Do I be havin’ to rhyme Like I was sick in the mind One of a kind When I be kickin’ the fire And I’m sippin’ the moonshine I’m so crunk that I can’t even drive I’m so crunk that I can’t even drive But a country boy never seemed to care Fatt Tarr hit you with that chair And I’ma go Macho Man randy savage yeah
Country Boes I hit you with a chair, goin’ buck wild on ’em Hell-In-a-Cell, powerbomb you through the stairs We some Country Boes Give ’em the peoples elbow, we don’t tell no lies We just some country boys so you know that we can survive