Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Redneck Anthem , by - HosierRelease date: 13.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Redneck Anthem |
| R-ridin' around in that Silverado |
| I’m blacked out like a desperado |
| Ridin' with a shotty 'cause I keep my head high so |
| Smashin' on the gas with a cloud full of black smoke |
| Hit the off-road in my 250 two-stroke |
| Kickin' up mud while I’m smokin' on a new poke |
| Rebel mud bunny better shake it if I say so |
| Hosier’s got game like the OG Too $hort |
| I know that’s right |
| Got them fender flares a flarin' |
| Mud we tearin' speaker’s blarin' |
| We call that the country bog |
| Watermelon, mud we crawlin' |
| Mason jar I hear you callin' |
| Apple Bottom, honey pumpkin |
| Brew so loud you smell it comin' |
| I drive a big old truck |
| Jacked all the way up |
| With a pair of big nuts |
| Swingin' from the backside |
| Burnin' your back dry |
| Cigarillo baptized |
| Sippin' on a bottle of shine |
| Get you some back ride |
| Rooster tail and them dirt roads |
| Smash the gas the exhaust glow |
| My LED’s blind Ray Charles |
| My paint white black like eight balls |
| Pick 'em out the mud now I’m sittin' tall |
| Bumpin' out the door, chewin' on the chaw |
| With a southern drawl, drinkin' alcohol |
| With my favorite dogs 'cause we shuts it down |
| It’s the Hosier state and we slingin' mud |
| Only difference is all lockin' up |
| It’s playtime and we havin' fun |
| And everybody be muddy man |
| We burn 'em up and let the motor sang |
| We can hook 'em up but I’ma break the chain |
| I don’t drive in traffic, off-road my lane |
| And I’m twistin' up some of that funky thing |
| I drive a big old truck |
| Jacked all the way up |
| With a pair of big nuts |
| Swingin' from the backside |
| Burnin' your back dry |
| Cigarillo baptized |
| Sippin' on a bottle of shine |
| Get you some back ride |
| Got diamond plate in my floor board (Dang) |
| My gear shifter like a chain link (Right) |
| Attitude so stone cold |
| That Steve McMahon tried to sign me (What's up) |
| I’m a rare breed, the albino buck |
| So white that I’m lookin' like blank space (Yeah) |
| I bring that fire with Hosier boy |
| Like Duke boys with that shine crate (Oh yeah) |
| Got a six gun rockin' all hollow tips |
| Thick girls poppin' out them Model T’s |
| Got a chain on my boots that’s boss shit |
| Straight black on black like Cash bitch |
| You can see that smoke from a fifty mile zone |
| While I toss power lines in the redneck zone |
| Cornfield bound with the flame through the drum |
| Turn the radio up when it gets down low |
| I drive a big old truck |
| Jacked all the way up |
| With a pair of big nuts |
| Swingin' from the backside |
| Burnin' your back dry |
| Cigarillo baptized |
| Sippin' on a bottle of shine |
| Get you some back ride |
| I drive a big old truck |
| Jacked all the way up |
| With a pair of big nuts |
| Swingin' from the backside |
| Burnin' your back dry |
| Cigarillo baptized |
| Sippin' on a bottle of shine |
| Get you some back ride |