Country Boyz

[Hook: All]

We just some country boys - country walk, country talk

Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin off

We just some country boys - country walk, country talk

Don't bring it round here 'less ya know fa sho' it's jumpin off

[B. Stille]

Uhhh.. this nigga no games (games)

With my Hanes tee shirt, with a pic and roll chain (chain...)

Doo-rag, heavy blue 'Lac - 85 South, don't drive it too fast (too fast)

My niggaz don't roll no billies,

get a big box of them brown Dutches (brown Dutches)

We don't want no brand new Cartel

Brandon lemme get them keys to the Cutlass (Cutlass)

Represent for the M-I-L, the A-T-L, the Macktown (Macktown)

Stay smokin that smackdown, keep myself a little half pound (half pound)

You know B. Stille in the cut, on the back po'ch Jig drillin it up

Black folks just livin it up, court next week not givin a fuck!

What's up? Grown standin - only rap to them grown women (grown women)

Stay high, we'll play shy, least till I can get home wittem

Shorty whattchu thinkin? Whattchu drinkin? - thinkin it is what it ain't

I cain't be trickin, so don't be trippin, thinkin I can't when I cain't

Come on..

[Hook: All]

[Skinny DeVille]

Nigga hooked it up, like the waitress from the IHOP

Nothin but the grits, steak, and egg with that

waitin for the five dollar pancake, front-back side to side

Them polly country boy, Cadillac, cat sick in the multi-color

All clean (twenty inches) at the seam (plenty chickens)

Get the green (spit the swishers) at the Beam (shit done seem)

Craziest muh'fucker, what y'all niggaz do for cream

Never knock the hustle scheme, only what the cheddar bring

Hate, fake-niggaz, hoes, envy, greed, jealousy

Cain't hate, what a nigga make, type of enemies

Smilin in my face but they really ain't no friend to me

Cain't wait, send em eight straight nine milli-mee

Aww hell naw, y'all niggaz ain't feelin me!

Colt 45 e'rytime like Billy D

Ninety-five dead leave through Tennessee

Quarter pound with the chron' fuckin wit my memory

[Hook: All]

[Hook 2: Fish Scales + (R. Prophit)]

Peanut butter (Rag-tops) - what's fuckin wit that?!

(String beans) pork chops - what's fuckin wit that?!

Dime sack (with the gnac') - what's fuckin wit that?!

What's fuckin with that?! What's fuckin wit that?!

Every Chevy (on dubs) - what's fuckin wit that?!

(Jodi-Bodi) strip clubs - what's fuckin wit that?!

Nappy Roots (hey dawg) - what's fuckin wit that?!

What's fuckin wit that?! What's fuckin wit that?!

[Fish Scales]

Go down to the country, you won't wanna go back

Vertical grills in front of the 'Lac

Guns roll so fast put one in my back

Plus a buncha country boys wit gats, you don't want none-a that

Keep - my nine - right beside me, at all times

Cuz I be in the line, like somma these niggaz you find

Don't want you to shine, right yea..

[R. Prophit]

From the side and nine-to-nine

Roll around here somethin tryna sell mine

Lord know but I got a dime early time

Got me feelin to', now my Eggo's cold

See I'm a country boy (Huh?) Close the door (Huh?)

Clinton and Gore (Huh?) Y'all been warned (Huh?)

Guns and more - better hit the floor

Them yeggaz want ya cuz they comin in with them laws

[Fish Scales]

Fuck - yo life; buck - my chife

and I got my ride, fool, I'm ready to ride

For my yeggaz I'ma bring it to you dead or alive

[R. Prophit]

Yeah that's fa sho' ya betta know that

You a nasty hoe, ya betta show that

Got a quiet lil' spot we can go at

And if you ain't wit that, we can show you where the do' at