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[All] 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 [B. Stille] Uhhh... This nigga no games (games) With my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll chain (chain...) Doo-rag, heavy blue 'Lac - 85 South, don't drive it too fast (too fast) My niggaz don't roll no billies, Get a big box of them brown Dutches (brown Dutches) We don't want no brand new Cartel Brandon lemme get them keys to the Cutlass (Cutlass) Represent for the M-I-L, the A-T-L, the Macktown (Macktown) Stay smokin that smackdown, keep myself a little half pound (half pound) You know B. Stille in the cut, on the back po'ch Jig drillin it up Black folks just livin it up, court next week not givin a fuck! What's up? Grown standin - only rap to them grown women (grown women) Stay high, we'll play shy, least till I can get home wittem Shorty whattchu thinkin? Whattchu drinkin? - thinkin it is what it ain't I cain't be trickin, so don't be trippin, thinkin I can't when I cain't Come on... [Hook: All] [Skinny Deville] Nigga 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 Them polly country boy, Cadillac, cat sick in the multi-color All clean (twenty inches) at the seam (plenty chickens) Get the green (spit the swishers) at the Beam (shit done seem) Craziest muh'fucker, what y'all niggaz do for cream Never knock the hustle scheme, only what the cheddar bring Hate, fake-niggaz, hoes, envy, greed, jealousy Cain't hate, what a nigga make, type of enemies 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 niggaz ain't feelin me! Ninety-five [?] leave through Tennessee Quarter pound with the chron' fuckin wit my memory Colt 45 e'rytime like Billy D [Hook: All] [Hook 2: Fish Scales + (are. Prophit)] Peanut butter (Rag-tops) - what's fuckin wit that! Dime sack (with the gnac') - what's fuckin wit that! (String beans) pork chops - 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! [Fish Scales] Vertical grills in front of the 'Lac Go down to the country, you won't wanna go back Plus a buncha country boys wit gats, you don't want none-a that Guns roll so fast put one in my back Keep - my nine - right beside me, at all times 'Cause I be in the line, like somma these niggaz you find Don't want you to shine, right yea... [are. Prophit] From the side and nine-to-nine Roll around here somethin tryna sell mine Lord know but I got a dime early time See I'm a country boy (Huh?) Close the door (Huh?) Got me feelin to', now my Eggo's cold Clinton and Gore (Huh?) Y'all been warned (Huh?) Guns and more - better hit the floor Them yeggaz want ya 'cause they comin in with them laws [Fish Scales] Fuck - yo life; buck - my chife For my yeggaz I'ma bring it to you dead or alive And I got my ride, fool, I'm ready to ride [are. Prophit] Yeah that's fa sho' ya betta know that You a nasty hoe, ya betta show that Got a quiet lil' spot we can go at [Hook: All] And if you ain't wit that, we can show you where the do' at [Hook 2:] [Music to fade]
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