Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prohibition, artist - Jawga Boyz. Album song Mud Boggin Crew, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.10.2016
Record label: D. Thrash
Song language: English
Prohibition |
| Fire from the stills, hundred proof flow like fountains |
| Johnny Law can’t catch us so he’s screamin' and he’s shoutin' |
| And Uncle Sam’s just pissy 'bout the money that we’re countin' |
| I’m in the woods and I’m in these hills |
| Get to talk around copper stills |
| Boondocks, we’re tight knit |
| Only loud mouths or the whippoorwills |
| Don’t let it spill, forget what you saw |
| These dusty roads raise real outlaws |
| Uncle Sam always in your drawers |
| But you keep that shotgun 'tween your paws |
| I fight for the cause my daddy made |
| Freedom I will live life my way |
| Drive all night 'cause I shine all day |
| Wipe my ass with your taxes this my pay |
| Hear what I say, I don’t repeat |
| I’ll die 'fore you take anything from me |
| This recipe was handed down to me |
| I’m just carvin' out my legacy |
| Music ain’t the only thing that’s comin' from these mountains |
| Fire from the stills, hundred proof flow like fountains |
| Johnny Law can’t catch us so he’s screamin' and he’s shoutin' |
| And Uncle Sam’s just pissy 'bout the money that we’re countin' |
| River water flow out these hills |
| The same water flow through our stills |
| My daddy taught me the bidness |
| Granddaddy taught him the skills |
| This corn liquor gon' get us by |
| Them revenuers can’t stop us now |
| I know these hills, work this land |
| Johnny Law can’t hold us down |
| These mountains here speak my family name |
| From the hills of which we came |
| To Appalachia where we make our stand |
| To live free and own our own land |
| This moonshine just ain’t the money |
| It’s culture freedom, can’t take it from me |
| Gon' run this liquor to an old age |
| Sit here and drink it with my old buddies |
| Music ain’t the only thing that’s comin' from these mountains |
| Fire from the stills, hundred proof flow like fountains |
| Johnny Law can’t catch us so he’s screamin' and he’s shoutin' |
| And Uncle Sam’s just pissy 'bout the money that we’re countin' |
| Shh, don’t make a sound |
| Johnny Law got them dogs around |
| Step away from the fire, y’all best get down |
| We’ll shake 'em I swear, just wait for my count |
| One, grab your gun grab, fire one in the air |
| Two, keep the cool, split up and shake tail |
| Three, look at me, take one more sip |
| Now better haul ass, everybody gon' get |
| We gone now, running through the woods |
| Truck packed up with all the goods |
| One step ahead of ol' Uncle Sam |
| The dogs can’t catch us, know who I am |
| I’m Danny O’Moore, Appalachia’s own |
| The son of Gil and this here’s my home |
| We never back down, know who we are |
| We run the finest 'shine around here thus far |
| Music ain’t the only thing that’s comin' from these mountains |
| Fire from the stills, hundred proof flow like fountains |
| Johnny Law can’t catch us so he’s screamin' and he’s shoutin' |
| And Uncle Sam’s just pissy 'bout the money that we’re countin' |
| Music ain’t the only thing that’s comin' from these mountains |
| Fire from the stills, hundred proof flow like fountains |
| Johnny Law can’t catch us so he’s screamin' and he’s shoutin' |
| And Uncle Sam’s just pissy 'bout the money that we’re countin' |