| Fat-Tarr
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| Walk up in he club like what up Im in my overalls.
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| Hick boots on, man Im sweatin cant see non of ya’ll!
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| Fat-Tarr/
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| Got a new hair do, and my trooper shades too, when redneck in the club,
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| their aint no tellin' what we’ll do. |
| (What we’ll do!
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| x2) cause we dont know just what to do, see we just came up out the woods,
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| we aint familiar with these roots
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| What we’ll do, what we’ll do, see we dont know know just what to do,
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| see we just came up out the woods, a couple roosters flew the coop.
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| Boy, hot damn, shit fire, save the matches.
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| Throw these rednecks in the club there aint no tellin what could happen.
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| I am gone with the wind, Jim Beam runnin' through my system.
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| Made a couple new friends, said they brought the homegrown with em',
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| me and big John ate some mushrooms, I cant feel my dern heart, My head spinnin
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| so danm fast I think Im Dale Earnheart.
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| Hope I dont crash, (gasp) gas, I think I just seen his ghost, raise that beer
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| can in my hand, then I give the man a toast.
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| See thats shit that isnt fair, hell I guess Im toastin air, while wonder boys
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| buyin ladies drinks like he don’t even care, Lil Wytes off in the corner eatin
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| molly’s by the gram, Fat Tarrs in the parkin lot actin like Yosemite Sam.
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| Goin ham, oink, oink, hope nobody calls the cops, I think this honey wants to
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| boink, if my girl finds out we both get shot.
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| Better hop outa here, I think we mighta over done, too much fun.
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| Better hit the waffle house and sober up.
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| Fat-Tarr
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| Walk up in he club like what up Im in my overalls.
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| Hick boots on, man Im sweatin cant see non of ya’ll!
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| Fat-Tarr
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| Got a new hair do, and my trooper shades too, when redneck in the club,
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| their aint no tellin' what we’ll do. |
| (What we’ll do!
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| x2) cause we dont know just what to do, see we just came up out the woods,
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| we aint familiar with these roots
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| What we’ll do, what we’ll do, see we dont know know just what to do,
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| see we just came up out the woods, a couple roosters flew the coop.
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| Fat-Tarr
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| What the shit, went to piss, ran into a glory hole, what kinda club is this?
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| Just got here, now I wanna go, Good thing I got real drunk, fore' we even left
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| the house, took a drink of moonshine, I had that fire in my mouth! |
| (WOO!
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| Here I come…
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| There I go…)
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| Watch me blow a big cloud of stinky diesel smoke! |
| (Here I come…
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| There I go…)
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| Watch me blow a big cloud of stinky diesel smoke!
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| I been up in here bout a minute, think I feel real drunk, Imma get five shots
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| of jack then I’m gon' see just what is up, Imma get three Jager-bombs and all
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| at once I’ll turn em' up, no I will not leave a tip, cause I just spent my last
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| buck.
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| But I will go, get a dip, I will pack it in my lip, and on the way out the door,
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| on that floor I might just spit, got the tiller gang ridin with me,
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| and I drunk as cootie brown, aint been good with them gloves, But I been great
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| with that Crown…
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| Static radio voice (Crown,
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| Crown…
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| Crown, Crown…
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| Great witht hat Crown.)
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| Beat continues
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| Fatt Tarr x2
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| What we’ll do, what we’ll do, see we dont know know just what to do,
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| see we just came up out the woods, we aint familiar with these roots.
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| What we’ll do, what we’ll do, see we dont know know just what to do,
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| see we just came up out the woods, a couple roosters flew the coop.
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| Beat carries out song |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rednecks in the Club , by - Redneck Souljers. Song from the album Tiller Gang, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп