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Just cuz we live in the country |
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Doesn't mean that we slow |
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Chorus (esg): |
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Country life |
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Southern strife |
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What gives you the damn right? |
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To come pointin' fingers down at me? |
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My life is so slow |
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First verse (esg): |
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I live that c-o |
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The u-n |
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The t to the r to the y |
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The e to the s to the g be screamin' southside til' i die |
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See i ride, with carlos, or should i say the s-p-m? |
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A six three, high, two d's, i almost cracked my damned rims |
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I swang and bang, i do my thang |
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Mary jane be in my brain |
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Codeine in the cup, got twenty's in the truck |
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Hol up! country life, we got horses and chickens |
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But our chickens transform into ounces in the kitchen |
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I ain't snitchin', i'm spittin' on what we do in southern life |
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Candy cars, ghetto stars, be sippin' ball all night |
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Two dice, swangin' and bangin' and doin' my thang all night |
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I paid the price, to have my teeth filled with ice |
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Look twice you might get blinded by the way my diamonds glisten |
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E-s-g's who i be, boy i'm country like chitlins |
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And cornbread, i'm gone fed, kenny red ain't no joke |
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A last resort like papa roach |
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Pass the sweet and let's smoke |
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Cuz uh... |
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Chorus (2x) |
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Second verse (esg): |
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Got to keep on truckin' baby to the end, cuz we got to make it through |
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You see i know these k-k-k's, they on my trail, they searched my room |
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Country life ain't all what it seems |
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And, some of y'all think it's a muthafuckin' dream |
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But i got many problems on my mind |
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My weed tolerance is down and i can't get high |
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Besides that, it's hot as hell outside |
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The temperature keeps on risin' |
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And i ain't got a/c in my ride |
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I don't abide |
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I ain't the one, i ain't the dumb, |
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Country man that you really think i am |
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Country life |
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Chorus (2x) |
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Third verse (spm): |
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I'm the country bumpkin, comin' out the south-uh |
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Rascal like spanky and beesh is alfalfa |
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Pull it up out'cha, ki's in my couch-uh |
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Eight in my fam, i don't give a damn about'cha |
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Yowza, yowza i sleep with the cows-uh |
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Rattlesnakes and crickets in my overall trowsers |
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Got my own stable, own record label |
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Sittin' on the table, eatin' steak and potatoes |
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Sippin' on syrup, pickin' your girl up |
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Take her to my trailer and she make my toes curl up |
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Silence them boys when they see my toys |
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My dooley, on twenty-two inch chrome alloys |
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Got a bourbon that i stretched to fit twenty-four people |
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Call me chico with security that look like deebo |
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I used to hang in clubs sellin' tapes in the restrooms |
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Now i float in the boat with six bedrooms |
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Chorus (2x) |
