Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rural Legends, artist - Redneck Souljers. Date of issue: 09.11.2017
Song language: English
Rural Legends |
| No see us at the bar, tip caps and raise cups |
| Girls gon' get them titties out, whenever they see us |
| Try and tell us we’d be nothin', but it didn’t mean much |
| We gon' be some rural legends, DurtE, Tarr and C-Hubb |
| No see us at the bar, tip caps and raise cups |
| Girls gon' get them titties out, whenever they see us |
| Try and tell us we’d be nothin', but it didn’t mean much |
| We gon' be some rural legends |
| I said our one lake town is a two mile inn |
| In Adams County is where I live |
| Pennsylvania born and raised |
| Stayed here since I was a kid |
| Everybody else wanna leave |
| Be athletes and get degrees |
| Try to find a way out |
| I’m never gonna bounce |
| This what I was meant to be |
| A rural legend like DUI Steve |
| Gettin' fucked up in my garage while chasin' my dream |
| Phantom of my team, got her right beside me |
| In Penn’s Woods we up to no good |
| Turn a bottle upside down like an IV |
| 'Cause I need more than just a little bit |
| I means keep it movin' soon we gonna be runnin' shit |
| People from the outside lookin' in from the glass house like we don’t notice it |
| Well hold up, them country boe’s gonna put 'em on notice then |
| Wake up and smell the Folgers |
| DurtE runnin' with them Redneck Souljers |
| Whenever you put us together we doin' it better than them |
| We never like people that didn’t know us |
| It’s a small town explosion and it’s just blowin' up |
| What I mean is a hype and a trap sash drunk as a skunk |
| And we blowin' up |
| Rural Legends |
| We gon' be some rural legends, DurtE, Tarr and C-Hubb |
| No see us at the bar, tip caps and raise cups |
| Girls gon' get them titties out, whenever they see us |
| Try and tell us we’d be nothin', but it didn’t mean much |
| We gon' be some rural legends, DurtE, Tarr and C-Hubb |
| No see us at the bar, tip caps and raise cups |
| Girls gon' get them titties out, whenever they see us |
| Try and tell us we’d be nothin', but it didn’t mean much |
| We gon' be some rural legends |
| Hubb gon' get off in it (Yeah) |
| We gonna be some rural legends 'til the finish (Yeah) |
| Ever since I can remember been a menace (Yeah) |
| My family out in Holder’s Cove can be my witness |
| That I can write a sentence |
| Like a country boy, can bait a hook (Woo) |
| A country boy won’t ever rap, well take a look |
| I got my pen and pad way out in the damn woods (Woo) |
| And y’all can’t even see me 'cause I’m hidden damn good (That's right) |
| Yeah, we outta the 931, all the way up to Pennsylvania |
| We out in the pines with guns, y’all already hear 'em can’t ya |
| Somebody get the whiskey, somebody get me the Jack |
| Somebody prop me up, or I’ll fall when I’m tiltin' back (Woo) |
| I’m with them Redneck Souljers and never wordy you know us |
| They been takin' us hold up, but there ain’t no fuckin' way we gonna slow up |
| I won’t show no love to a mofo' punk ho, lowlife no hard workin' ass |
| We some legends sum’bitch, getcha some of that ass boy |
| We gon' be some rural legends, DurtE, Tarr and C-Hubb |
| No see us at the bar, tip caps and raise cups |
| Girls gon' get them titties out, whenever they see us |
| Try and tell us we’d be nothin', but it didn’t mean much |
| We gon' be some rural legends, DurtE, Tarr and C-Hubb |
| No see us at the bar, tip caps and raise cups |
| Girls gon' get them titties out, whenever they see us |
| Try and tell us we’d be nothin', but it didn’t mean much |
| We gon' be some rural legends |
| First of all get them titties out when you see me (Yeah) |
| Secondly bring the whiskey out when you see me (I'ma bitch) |
| Tip your hat, weather flat billet cowboy |
| I ain’t discriminatin', we 'bout to get it wild boy |
| JD and Black Velvet (Yup) |
| Gettin' in my system got me singin' like I’m Elvis |
| I ain’t selfish, take a shot for yourself |
| And hope the pretty ladies get to shakin' movin' with that pelvis |
| Tell me, where is the Velvet |
| What the hell I don’t even drink it |
| But I might tonight 'cause ain’t tellin' what the hell I’m thinkin' |
| Hittin' up the bar with my boe’s |
| Big bucks in this bitch, we known for huntin' does |
| Is how we go, I reckon I suppose that we throw |
| 'Til we grow some seeds, now we 'bout to explode |
| Now watch me unload, we all prayin' to the porcelain wetroom |
| But in this town we gon' be some rural legends and go fishin' |
| We gon' be some rural legends, DurtE, Tarr and C-Hubb |
| No see us at the bar, tip caps and raise cups |
| Girls gon' get them titties out, whenever they see us |
| Try and tell us we’d be nothin', but it didn’t mean much |
| We gon' be some rural legends, DurtE, Tarr and C-Hubb |
| No see us at the bar, tip caps and raise cups |
| Girls gon' get them titties out, whenever they see us |
| Try and tell us we’d be nothin', but it didn’t mean much |
| We gon' be some rural legends |
| Real Tiller Gang boys and the UBS Crew get together you know how we do |
| We gon' be some rural legends |
| From them Tennessee Mountains to the PA trees, the best damn show believe |
| We gon' be some rural legends |
| We gon' roll our sleeves up, we gon' burn this bitch down, in a way |
| Like forgettin' me |
| We gon' be some rural legends |
| Drinkin' Tennessee whiskey smokin' PA trees, you know that we gonna be |
| We gon' be some rural legends |
| Rural legends, rural legends, rural legends |