Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tennessee , by - SMO. Song from the album The True South, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.11.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: YAYODA
Song language: English
Tennessee |
| Hey, It’s a party over here, bring your people to the other side |
| Take them back roads, you might wanna bring your other ride |
| Big chrome wheels, custom paint, that ain’t cuttin' it |
| Knobbys with mud flaps, we be on some other shit |
| Couple hundred cattle and a pond full of southern cat |
| You cain’t tell me nothin' bout barbecue and both of that |
| Meet me in the middle T and show you how we krump it up |
| Hang it in the barn let it cure till that proper stuff |
| Chattanooga shine got me feelin' like Super Smo |
| Take another shot hit the Bourbon, now we super blowed |
| I’ll be in the chicken coop, whose goin' chicken huntin'?! |
| Catch me on the YouTube if you wanna learn ya somethin' |
| Bout this simple southern country boy outta Tennessee |
| Hit me up on Myspace if ya wanna get at me |
| Right around the corner there’s a perfect place for you an me |
| We all call it home but you can call it Tennessee |
| Rollin' on them back roads, blowin' pine |
| Sippin' on that moonshine all the time |
| Party in the back yard, yours or mine |
| (Hey) Either way we just kicking it in Tennessee |
| Rollin' on them back roads, blowin' pine |
| Sippin' on that moonshine all the time |
| Party in the back yard, yours or mine |
| (Hey) Either way we just kicking it in Tennessee |
| Now if ya can’t shoot it, race it, sleep with it, or eat it |
| Down here in Middle Tennessee you just don’t need it |
| Rabbit trap in one, 12 gauge in the other hand |
| And if you don’t love this country boy find another man |
| Need me a Mid Tenn thoroughbred chick |
| That can eat a Granny Smith apple through a picket fence |
| Make me dream about it, won’t quit for days |
| She’s fine as a frog hair split four ways |
| Fresh cut like a hay field, know what I mean? |
| Have you ever seen a country boy so damn clean |
| John Deere tractor, four wheeler or a backhoe |
| Workin' on the farm or rollin' down a backroad |
| Lookin' for a country gal with a lot 'a street smarts |
| Spend a couple thousand of my money down at Walmart |
| Thick legged, thick booty, sweet like tea |
| Baby girl lets go carve our initials in a tree |
| They were rollin' on them back roads, blowin' pine |
| Sippin' on that moonshine all the time |
| Party in the back yard, yours or mine |
| (Hey) Either way we just kicking it in Tennessee |
| Rollin' on them back roads, blowin' pine |
| Sippin' on that moonshine all the time |
| Party in the back yard, yours or mine |
| (Hey) Either way we just kicking it in Tennessee |
| Big ass white boy, boss of the dirt roads |
| Fruit, wine, and sticky, I can get it by the truckload |
| Sippin' on fire water, smokin' on a hog leg |
| Rubbin' on a southern belle, chewin' on a frog leg |
| 'Bout a hundred younguns at the barbecue at noontime |
| After the sun sets it’s straight to the moonshine |
| Single barrel sho, a fishin' pole and a coon hound |
| Capable of turnin' any city to a boom town |
| Smooth Tennessee, care the type that ya love to hate |
| Slick as goat spit, tough as a two dollar pig steak |
| Dogs on the porch, coveralls on the clothes line |
| I be takin' care of things, tell me when it’s go time |
| Better come correct when you step on my grass |
| Let your mouth write a check that your ass can’t cash |
| Round up a hundred honkeys with just one whistle |
| With a buzz like that I don’t even need a pistol |
| Rollin' on them back roads, blowin' pine |
| Sippin' on that moonshine all the time |
| Party in the back yard, yours or mine |
| (Hey) Either way we just kicking it in Tennessee |
| Rollin' on them back roads, blowin' pine |
| Sippin' on that moonshine all the time |
| Party in the back yard, yours or mine |
| (Hey) Either way we just kicking it in Tennessee |