Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Country to the City, artist - Good Ol' BoyzDate of issue: 26.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Country to the City |
| From the dirt roads to the city lights |
| I done my dirt cold chilly life |
| Before the rooster crows I’m up getting mine |
| I bring the country to the city, elbows and dimes |
| Well sum' bitch look what them boys done come with |
| Then fuck the fame man I’m cool off that dumb shit |
| Born in the boons the sticks got me this far |
| You’ve come from the hills you leave with a few scars |
| I wasn’t stackin' racks, I was stackin' car tires |
| And mark my land with eight miles of barbed wire |
| It seems like since we was kids we was hard wired |
| To drink whiskey and bar fights and start fires |
| Out in my shop I got somethin' to wrench on |
| And out in my crop I got somethin' to stench on |
| Sport a Carhartt bitches got something to clench on |
| And you can’t tell me nothin' homeboy I’m too head strong |
| And we was tired of the same shit |
| All you lame kids so we made our on language |
| I got a weed degree so fuck Cambridge |
| Kali Wop let them know who we came with |
| I’m as country as your gun wrapped in camo |
| Fucked around and chopped the top up off the Lambo |
| From the other side but Bubba’s still fam though |
| No strings attached country as some banjos |
| I ain’t trippin' I was raised in tough tennis shoes |
| I’ve been through way to much to ever try to envy you |
| I’m a country boy the city life is miniscule |
| Fuck the water grow some weed up in the swimming pool |
| There’s a party everybody bring your wheel barrel |
| I ain’t country man you funny Will Ferrell |
| Fuck your liquor we get moonshine and we fill barrels |
| White lightin' and I ain’t just hypin' |
| I keep the greenery don’t fuck with the tumbleweeds |
| And I surround myself with family 'cause they humble me |
| Long distance better know I’m not playin' with ya |
| JG hit 'em with the Winchester |
| From the dirt roads to the city lights |
| I done my dirt cold chilly life |
| Before the rooster crows I’m up getting mine |
| I bring the country to the city elbows and dimes |
| Where I come from we hustle hard |
| For the money not the muscle but the muscle cars |
| Ride around on 22's just to pull a couple bars |
| Get out and go and floss on the boulevard |
| Yeah, city boys is what they call us |
| Only backwoods that you catch us on is if we’re rollin' |
| Rollin' sticky green stone cool is what they call us |
| If you don’t fuck with the crew my nigga then learn something |
| Fuck the haters say how I stay together |
| Me and the Good Ol' Boys, Bubba Sparxxx tell me who better |
| If I get on the track you know that I’ma kill it |
| 'Bout to take a trip to the ville Bubba lets get it |
| Why they worried 'bout the money I ain’t spendin' |
| I’m just chillin' with my kinfolk smokin' pokin' these women |
| They think I’m illen |
| Hopped on the country rap track and straight killed that |
| From the dirt roads to the city lights |
| I done my dirt cold chilly life |
| Before the rooster crows I’m up getting mine |
| I bring the country to the city elbows and dime (Hey, hi, hey) |
| I was country before it was cool to be (Yeah) |
| That dirt road life ain’t nothin' new to me (Naw) |
| They forgot about Bub but they soon to be (Damn) |
| Reminded off what he done and it just begun (Woo) |
| I’m on the run in Sacramento (Mento) |
| With the Good Ol' Boyz that’s my kinfolk (You know it) |
| I had a Pinto then I traded it for (For) |
| A Ford SUV and I made it explore (Explore) |
| And you can’t ignore that (No) |
| Real Tree camouflage on the door mat (You know it) |
| 30−30 in the gun rack (Pop pop) |
| Mix country and rap I done that (Ahh man) |
| Way before you ever seen that (Seen) |
| In your wildest dreams you couldn’t dream that (You) |
| So tell me where the love at (Where it’s at) |
| You must have known at some point I would come back |
| Country boy do it big like a pine tree |
| On the porch with my folks sippin' sweet tea |
| Generations in the town man about three |
| Ain’t no other place in the world I’d rather be |
| Than with my kinfolk on the good smoke |
| Barbecue at the pad homie lets go |
| Yeah you know how we do it here |
| In the game hoggin' lanes better keep clear |
| In my pickup truck rollin' with the beat up |
| Flyin' down a back road better roll the weed up |
| Full moon cold brew and the fresh air |
| Cowgirl boots daisy dukes standin' over there |
| Makin' moves causin' grooves just to get the dough |
| Got a little now but I need a little mo' |
| Tip your hat to the game, man, that’s how it go |
| Like to do our shit big but we ridin' slow |
| From the dirt roads to the city lights |
| I done my dirt cold chilly life |
| Before the rooster crows I’m up getting mine |
| I bring the country to the city elbows and dimes |