Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Country Boes, artist - Redneck Souljers. Album song Firewater, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Play Make Believe
Song language: English
Country Boes |
I build me up a house of cards |
Just so I can knock 'em down |
You lookin' for them city boys |
Won’t find them 'cause they not around |
Not in my town, not in my state |
Not in the south, not anywhere |
Got four girls on four wheelers |
Took four shots of whiskey (yeah) |
Chevy trucks we drive 'em |
Motorcycles we like 'em |
Ask Bigg John, he’s in the front lawn |
Them bon-fires we all night 'em (night 'em) |
We tilt back till we fall down |
Stay passed out till we get up |
Got 52 girls playin' 52 pick up |
In the sticks with a gallon fulla hiccup |
Country Boes |
I hit you with a chair, goin' buck wild on 'em |
Hell-In-a-Cell, powerbomb you through the stairs |
We some Country Boes |
Give 'em the peoples elbow, we don’t tell no lies |
We just some country boys so you know that we can survive |
Beer cans off in the yard |
Liquor bottles and southern cars |
Moonshine still in the jar |
Let me tell you what we about |
We getting down under the stars |
Kickin' pigs and startin' fires |
Sittin' around like fools |
Poppin' bras and playin' cards |
Fatt Tarr, in the pines or at the bar |
Goin' Jeff Jarrett on um I just broke my damn guitar |
C-Hubb went woo, Ric Flair, the powers in his hair |
Not Pusher T but like Booker T |
When I’m flyin' through the air |
Country Boes |
I hit you with a chair, goin' buck wild on 'em |
Hell-In-a-Cell, powerbomb you through the stairs |
We some Country Boes |
Give 'em the peoples elbow, we don’t tell no lies |
We just some country boys so you know that we can survive |
I like my chicken fried with them candied yams |
And my cornbread with that hot sauce |
And them beer kegs at them house parties |
In the boondocks by them pine straws |
Got trucks parked up in the driveway with that |
Loud bass until the cops called |
When they get there we gone turn it down |
But turn it right back up when them cops gone, okay |
How many times |
Do I be havin' to rhyme |
Like I was sick in the mind |
One of a kind |
When I be kickin' the fire |
And I’m sippin' the moonshine |
I’m so crunk that I can’t even drive |
I’m so crunk that I can’t even drive |
But a country boy never seemed to care |
Fatt Tarr hit you with that chair |
And I’ma go Macho Man randy savage yeah |
Country Boes |
I hit you with a chair, goin' buck wild on 'em |
Hell-In-a-Cell, powerbomb you through the stairs |
We some Country Boes |
Give 'em the peoples elbow, we don’t tell no lies |
We just some country boys so you know that we can survive |