Lyrics Prohibition - Jawga Boyz, Boondock Kingz

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'