Country Shit

[ludacris:]

Yeah

I been waiting to tell them about this country shit

I'm a learn ya

You ready?

Luda!

Let me tell ya bout these old school chevy's

Cadillac ss impalas

If you smoking then we got mo' sacks then troy polamalu

Yo potnas want some quarters, my potnas want some keys

In atlanta we get that paper can you haters say cheese?

Ten-thousand wide amps, six-fifteen inch chiggers

My trunk bumpin like an ejected ass shots like a stripper

No insurance on these whips tags all outdated

I might not be shit too you, but my momma thinks i made it

We goin ball till we fall on this ganja get us wasted

And i never drink that white; all my women think i'm racist

On that brown with a twist, tell these hoes to reminisce

That my name is ludacris and i'm like biatch!

[hook: big k.r.i.t.]

Let me tell you bout this super fly dirty dirty third coast muddy water

Shawty pop that pussy if ya wanna

Let me tell you bout this old school pourin' lean candied yams and collard greens

Pocket fulla stones ridin' clean

Let me tell you bout this country shit

Country country shit (country country shit)

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Country country shit (country country shit)

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Country country shit (country country shit)

Let me tell you bout this country shit

Country country shit (country country shit)

[big k.r.i.t.:]

I told em ah man hold up country is what country does

In my crooked letter hoe, who you know do it better foe?

Do a lil hop out clean, in my old school time ma-chine

Keep a parachute for this altitude cause when ya riding this high make it hard to breathe

Mayday, hollin out payday

Macking pictures off the wall when i creep

Pros get wet as fuck when i speak

Southern draw is just the way it be

Heavy like sumo, numero uno

Pourin' up brown she sippin on nuvo

Pimpin' so cold of a trick on a hoe outta space with the flow

Like i'm living on pluto, you know

Bitch, i'm ugk influenced

Slow it down, chop-chop and screw it

For the folks in texas they forever wrecking

With the styrofoam cup and the purple fluid

Return of 4eva i thought'cha knew it

Country shit that's all i see

That's all i know, that's all i feel

That's all i am, that's all i been

[hook: big k.r.i.t.]

[bun b:]

Candy-candy paint and 'lac berets

Sitting on 24's in bows

Pull up on the scene and i mack ya bitch

It ain't hard to tell i suppose she chose

She sending over the clothes, the wigs and shoes

This charlie sheen pimpin too deep too lose

Roll with duce and keep girls in twos

Boy you must of heard wrong well you been confused

See i'm the big brother of sweet james

I know all about these street gangs

When the trick goin pay, the chick goin stay

So she can't lop out what she brang

I'm certified like u.s.d.a.

Representing texas straight up outta p.a.

Graduated school of hard knocks with a v8

Right under the nose of the police and the d.a.

Anything we say take it as a law nigga

When i'm in the booth no rubber i'm raw nigga

Talk down or get bust in ya jaw nigga

Lock up ya pal go run tell ya ma nigga

No flaw nigga one-hundred percent old school no glass house i'm under ten

Ask anybody here who's running this shit

It's big bun ya bitch

[hook: big k.r.i.t.]