Lyrics Trip 2 Mexico - Jawga Boyz

Trip 2 Mexico

But we take a little trip down to Mexico
And the '64 goes boy don’t you know
A hundred spoke rims man that’s fo' sho'
We got the big subs poundin' goin' down the road
But we take a little trip down to Mexico
And the '64 goes boy don’t you know
A hundred spoke rims man that’s fo' sho'
We got the big subs poundin' goin' down the road
Okay, we gonna put the big trucks away
Get out the '64 four-door and play
It’s got four switches on the dash
We can make it ride on three wheels if you ask
But don’t pass, we like to lead the way
As we cruisin' 'bout 95 down on the interstate
We make, swerve in and out of the lanes
Candy paint’s fresh so it’s leavin' stains
Drop down with my hair blowin' in the wind
Take a pics with my phone then I press send
Showin' all the rednecks back in GA
Even stopped and finished on the Rio Grande
Sittin' at the border trying to get through
Thinkin' 'bout the things that we’re gonna do
Yes, we finally get in
A couple Georgia boys 'bout to make some friends
But we take a little trip down to Mexico
And the '64 goes boy don’t you know
A hundred spoke rims man that’s fo' sho'
We got the big subs poundin' goin' down the road
But we take a little trip down to Mexico
And the '64 goes boy don’t you know
A hundred spoke rims man that’s fo' sho'
We got the big subs poundin' goin' down the road
Destination reached so we hop up out the car
First we head to the room 'fore we head to the bar
You know us country boys yeah we had to switch it up
From our dirty holey jeans to our pair of swimmin' trunks
Redneck white feet chillin' in the sand
Relax get drunk that’s my whole plan
No boots on, no longer a workin' man
Yeah no t-shirt, I’m losin' that farmers tan
It’s time to chill out, do the things I like to do
Yeah hang with my crew, little spear fishin' too
Go blue hole swimmin', fine tan women
Sippin' on tequila yeah it’s got my head spinnin'
I’m winnin' call me Charlie Sheen
Left with the baddest señorita on the scene
We went to her folks where we partied all night
Seen a Mexican drink cow blood, that’s a damn sight
But we take a little trip down to Mexico
And the '64 goes boy don’t you know
A hundred spoke rims man that’s fo' sho'
We got the big subs poundin' goin' down the road
But we take a little trip down to Mexico
And the '64 goes boy don’t you know
A hundred spoke rims man that’s fo' sho'
We got the big subs poundin' goin' down the road
Man, I think we havin' too much fun
I got sunburnt from too much sun
But I don’t care, 'cause I got beer
And I’m gonna keep on drinkin' 'til I can’t see clear
The water so blue and the sand is white
These Bud Light country boys feelin' all right
Turn my phone off now it’s time to chill
See the sunset on the coast (man that’s real)
Hell yeah, I’m thinkin' how I don’t wanna leave
Can’t think of any place I’d rather be
But I got a life to get back to
I’m a Georgia boy, through and through
So, it’s time to head back and get on home
Grab me a snack, turn on the phone
And now I got a story to tell
About the time when we
Took a little trip down to Mexico
And the '64 goes boy don’t you know
A hundred spoke rims man that’s fo' sho'
We got the big subs poundin' goin' down the road
But we take a little trip down to Mexico
And the '64 goes boy don’t you know
A hundred spoke rims man that’s fo' sho'
We got the big subs poundin' goin' down the road
Down to Mexico we rollin' (rollin')
In that '64 four door goin' (goin')
I don’t really know what we’re doin' (doin')
But these rednecks are sure gon' ride
Down to Mexico we rollin' (rollin')
In that '64 four door goin' (goin')
I don’t really know what we’re doin' (doin')
But these rednecks are sure gon' ride