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Correct Trip 2 Mexico Lyrics
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Correct Trip 2 Mexico
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[Chorus] But we take a little trip down to Mexico And the '64 goes boy don't you know A hundred spoke rims man that's fo' sho' We got the big subs poundin' goin' down the road But we take a little trip down to Mexico And the '64 goes boy don't you know A hundred spoke rims man that's fo' sho' We got the big subs poundin' goin' down the road [Verse 1: D. Thrash] Okay, we gonna put the big trucks away Get out the '64 four-door and play It's got four switches on the dash We can make it ride on three wheels if you ask But don't pass, we like to lead the way As we cruisin' 'bout 95 down on the interstate We make, swerve in and out of the lanes Candy paint's fresh so it's leavin' stains Drop down with my hair blowin' in the wind Take a pics with my phone then I press send Showin' all the rednecks back in GA Even stopped and finished on the Rio Grande Sittin' at the border trying to get through Thinkin' 'bout the things that we're gonna do Yes, we finally get in A couple Georgia boys 'bout to make some friends [Chorus] But we take a little trip down to Mexico And the '64 goes boy don't you know A hundred spoke rims man that's fo' sho' We got the big subs poundin' goin' down the road But we take a little trip down to Mexico And the '64 goes boy don't you know A hundred spoke rims man that's fo' sho' We got the big subs poundin' goin' down the road [Verse 2: Young Gunner] Destination reached so we hop up out the car First we head to the room 'fore we head to the bar You know us country boys yeah we had to switch it up From our dirty holey jeans to our pair of swimmin' trunks Redneck white feet chillin' in the sand Relax get drunk that's my whole plan No boots on, no longer a workin' man Yeah no t-shirt, I'm losin' that farmers tan It's time to chill out, do the things I like to do Yeah hang with my crew, little spear fishin' too Go blue hole swimmin', fine tan women Sippin' on tequila yeah it's got my head spinnin' I'm winnin' call me Charlie Sheen Left with the baddest señorita on the scene We went to her folks where we partied all night Seen a Mexican drink cow blood, that's a damn sight [Chorus] But we take a little trip down to Mexico And the '64 goes boy don't you know A hundred spoke rims man that's fo' sho' We got the big subs poundin' goin' down the road But we take a little trip down to Mexico And the '64 goes boy don't you know A hundred spoke rims man that's fo' sho' We got the big subs poundin' goin' down the road [Verse 3: D. Thrash] Man, I think we havin' too much fun I got sunburnt from too much sun But I don't care, 'cause I got beer And I'm gonna keep on drinkin' 'til I can't see clear The water so blue and the sand is white These Bud Light country boys feelin' all right Turn my phone off now it's time to chill See the sunset on the coast (man that's real) Hell yeah, I'm thinkin' how I don't wanna leave Can't think of any place I'd rather be But I got a life to get back to I'm a Georgia boy, through and through So, it's time to head back and get on home Grab me a snack, turn on the phone And now I got a story to tell About the time when we [Chorus] Took a little trip down to Mexico And the '64 goes boy don't you know A hundred spoke rims man that's fo' sho' We got the big subs poundin' goin' down the road But we take a little trip down to Mexico And the '64 goes boy don't you know A hundred spoke rims man that's fo' sho' We got the big subs poundin' goin' down the road [Outro] Down to Mexico we rollin' (rollin') In that '64 four door goin' (goin') I don't really know what we're doin' (doin') But these rednecks are sure gon' ride Down to Mexico we rollin' (rollin') In that '64 four door goin' (goin') I don't really know what we're doin' (doin') But these rednecks are sure gon' ride
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