| Got the big subs knockin'
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| And the whiskey bottles poppin' (Gettin' up)
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| And I’m ridin' with my folks
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| Can’t give a fuck about the law
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| Or the haters or tomorrow (Gettin' up)
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| And I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up)
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| I said I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up)
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| I said I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up)
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| Got the windows down, fuck it now, smilin' at my boys (Gettin' up)
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| And I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up)
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| Black 1500, 120 on the interstate
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| Subs underneath the seat the size of a dinner plate
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| 2500 watts, flip face, pushin' bass
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| Girl on my line, it get rotated like spinner bait
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| You can’t hold a plane, nah dog let me demonstrate
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| Trout, carp and bass ain’t the only thing that’s in our lake
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| Better act fast or your ass will be grass
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| Gettin' mowed over by a bulldozer, hit the gas
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| I’m lightin' up the trees like the ghost of Christmas past
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| It’s a Fatt Tarr, Mr. Alabaster Black
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| And I’m back like Dracula, flask in my hand
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| With some Tennessee legends, you a flash in the pan
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| All my hittas kamikazes like we crashed in Japan
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| We the Tiller Gang dangit, tippin' bottles, crackin' cans
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| Ain’t a chance that you’ll pass, just leave us the hell alone
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| Shotgun to the dome, ain’t talkin' 'bout blowin' dro
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| Got the big subs knockin'
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| And the whiskey bottles poppin' (Gettin' up)
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| And I’m ridin' with my folks
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| Can’t give a fuck about the law
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| Or the haters or tomorrow (Gettin' up)
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| And I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up)
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| I said I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up)
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| I said I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up)
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| Got the windows down, fuck it now, smilin' at my boys (Gettin' up)
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| And I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up)
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| Well I’ve been on this hash all damn day (Damn)
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| I’m 'bout to spiral out like a staircase (Damn)
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| My boys all wonderin' why they starin' (Damn)
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| It’s probably 'cause our eyes lookin' buried
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| And we some super-villains feelin' like the baddest
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| And me and Pryor Beats are beatin' savage
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| We all blowin' cabbage
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| That homegrown make you phone home, it ain’t average
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| Tell them hatin' boys to kiss our asses
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| 'Cause they know Souljer’s flow
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| Gon' be lil' colder than we just hit it
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| My boys go loco, ain’t no bitches wit' me (Bitches wit' me)
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| Drinkin' on them back roads, ain’t no shitty city (Shitty City)
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| If you think I’m kiddin' then when you get wit' me
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| See that my house bound full of crazy maniacs
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| I’ve known them all since way back
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| All of us whippin' Dodge and Chevy
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| Never seen a damn Maybach
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| We was gone a minute then we came back
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| Now you can’t avoid us like a state tax
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| Non-believers need to pray fast
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| 'Bout to hit their asses in a face mask
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| Got the big subs knockin'
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| And the whiskey bottles poppin' (Gettin' up)
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| And I’m ridin' with my folks
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| Can’t give a fuck about the law
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| Or the haters or tomorrow (Gettin' up)
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| And I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up)
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| I said I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up)
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| I said I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up)
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| Got the windows down, fuck it now, smilin' at my boys (Gettin' up)
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| And I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up)
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| F-F-Fatt Tarr came up to me, said he wanted a beer (Beer)
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| I didn’t even hear him 'cause my mind was on a buck (Buck)
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| Realest in the game, I don’t even give a shit (Shit)
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| Gonna blow it big like Dolly Parton’s cheek bones (What?)
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| Hope up the club with some whiskey
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| All these girls around us gettin' really, really drunk (Drunk)
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| One of them spiked my drink and put me in a fright (Ah)
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| But now I’m good as gold and wow this beat is really wild
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| B-B-B-Back again with the Souljers
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| Got a 300 pound chick up on my fuckin' shoulders
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| It hurts that she hit me with her purse, pow
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| Made my headache worse, ow
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| Think I need the nurse to get me high like Captain Kirk, wow
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| Everybody get in my truck
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| Pedal to the medal 'til we get real stuck
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| I don’t give a fuck about whatchu gonna do about it?
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| And I ain’t afraid to shoot
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| Take my boot, take your ass
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| Stick it hard like a Tennessee bass
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| Outlaw with the Redneck Souljers 'bout to leap like Sassafras
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| Got the big subs knockin'
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| And the whiskey bottles poppin' (Gettin' up)
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| And I’m ridin' with my folks
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| Can’t give a fuck about the law
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| Or the haters or tomorrow (Gettin' up)
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| And I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up)
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| I said I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up)
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| I said I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up)
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| Got the windows down, fuck it now, smilin' at my boys (Gettin' up)
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| And I’m wild and with my boys
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| Got the big subs knockin'
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| And the whiskey bottles poppin' (Gettin' up)
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| And I’m ridin' with my folks
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| Can’t give a fuck about the law
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| Or the haters or tomorrow (Gettin' up)
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| And I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up)
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| I said I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up)
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| I said I’m wild and with my boys (Gettin' up)
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| Got the windows down, fuck it now, smilin' at my boys (Gettin' up)
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| And I’m wild and with my boys |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wild , by - Redneck Souljers. Song from the album The River, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп