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