Just cuz we live in the country Doesn't mean that we slow
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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...
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[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
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[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
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