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