Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boondocks, artist - Demun Jones. Album song Jones County, in the genre КантриDate of issue: 09.06.2014
Record label: Average Joes Entertainment
Song language: English
Boondocks |
| Pull up my truck, stick it in the mud |
| Y’all better turn up, show some love |
| We bring out all sides of town (Boondocks!) |
| Get your hands up 'cause it’s about to go down |
| Well I pull up my truck, stick it in the mud (Come on!) |
| Y’all better turn up, show some love |
| Is any rednecks in the house? |
| (Hell yeah!) |
| Get your hands up 'cause it’s about to go down |
| Well I pull up my truck (Hey), y’all know what’s up |
| Everybody let me see you throw your hands up |
| Now where the hell y’all at? |
| (Boondocks) |
| Get your hands up 'cause it’s about to go down |
| Who needs a wench when my tires are feet deep in the ditch |
| Drop it in low and I’m pullin' straight out of that bitch |
| Now you know you can’t see city lights from where I’m talkin' |
| Just the headlights from rides and bonfires sparkin' |
| And the smell of burnt fuel fills the air |
| I got trucks and trailers lined up everywhere |
| Got a lot food cookin', there’s plenty to share |
| Most of the girls ain’t wearin' makeup and nobody cares |
| We got a thousand acre lot and five days to play |
| Plenty rain done fell on this Georgia red clay |
| So crank up your buggy, four-wheeler, or Gator |
| And make sure you got a snorkel on that carburetor |
| We gettin' muddy, too deep for regular rides |
| If it ain’t a four by don’t even come inside |
| Just park at the entrance on the asphalt and rocks |
| Don’t dare try to ride through these boondocks |
| Well I pull up my truck, stick it in the mud (Come on!) |
| Y’all better turn up, show some love |
| Is any rednecks in the house? |
| (Hell yeah!) |
| Get your hands up 'cause it’s about to go down |
| Well I pull up my truck (Hey), y’all know whats up |
| Everybody let me see you throw your hands up |
| Now where the hell y’all at? |
| (Boondocks) |
| Get your hands up 'cause it’s about to go down |
| Longhorn Laramie Dodge, thirty-five hund' |
| Duramax diesel, Z-71 |
| King Ranch F250 with horsepower to kill |
| CJ with KC lights on the roof and the grill |
| Jet black Tundra with the PD pack |
| Red rock, the whole window lets down the back |
| And pull the tank uphill in two wheel |
| And if that won’t rip the pit then nothin' out of here will |
| A lot of y’all like to argue over Ford or Chevy |
| But as long as it sits up high and it’s heavy |
| It don’t matter, (Yeah) I repeat it don’t matter |
| Mound up in your big truck and make mud splatter |
| Don’t listen to the chatter, live it if you love it |
| And jack it up high so nobody can see above it |
| And don’t forget the ladder for the ladies to climb |
| And turn your crew cab into a club at nighttime |
| Come on |
| Well I pull up my truck, stick it in the mud (Come on) |
| Y’all better turn up, show some love |
| Is any rednecks in the house? |
| (Hell yeah!) |
| Get your hands up 'cause it’s about to go down |
| Well I pull up my truck (Hey), y’all know what’s up |
| Everybody let me see you throw your hands up |
| Now where the hell y’all at (Boondocks) |
| Get your hands up 'cause it’s about to go down |
| In-between mile markers five and six |
| Take a left and drive straight back into the sticks |
| Now a city boy might think he’s goin' to hell |
| But this is redneck heaven if you can’t tell |
| If you scared to get your clothes dirty don’t come here |
| 'Cause there ain’t nobody lookin' at what you wear |
| It’s the boondocks baby, let me see you put your hands up, up |
| 'Cause its about to go down |
| Pull up my truck, stick it in the mud |
| Pull up, pull up my truck, stick it in the mud |
| P-p-pull up my truck, stick it in the mud |
| P-p-pull up my truck, stick it in the mud |
| Redneck |
| Re-re-redneck |
| Re-re-redneck |
| Re-re-redneck |
| Re-re-redneck |
| Re-re-redneck |
| Re-re-redneck |
| Re-re-redneck |