Bonfire

Everybody gather 'round, cuz you know we'a fin' to do this thang fo' reezy some ser'ous. Put 'cha money in ya shoe and it won't get wet. Come on.

Here comes a man across the field, honey

Here comes a man across the field, babe

Here comes a man across the field,

He's kicking up dust like an automobile

Honey, oh, baby, mine

Get it up, girl down in Daisy Dukes

I want ya ass butt naked in a baby suit

Gonna keep on drinking till the tummy puke

Got a problem with that, well you can get the boot

Got shotgun pointed to the sky

Got smoke in the eyes, and I'm surely high

Waking, baking, till the noggin' fry

Naked, rolling round with a hog and I

Take from the rich and I give to me

One Escalade, two ecstacys

Perform on hoes right next to me

And I think I found serenity

Back up that punk, it's mine again

I jacked a truck of Heineken

Looks like it's time for a line again

And how about five Colonapins?

And I start to grin and start to dance

I'm speakin' in tongues, takin' off my pants

I'm blowing my whole hot damn advance

And we ain't gonna stop till the ambulance

Slow ride a hundred GMCs

Hooked up Crown Vics with DVDs

Got people down here you'll want to see

Half say there cuz's, say they're free

Start the bonfire

Drop the tailgate

Pass the Knob Creek

And we can drink it straight

And if the fire keeps burning

And the skies stay orange

We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late

Start the bonfire

Drop the tailgate

Pass the Knob Creek

And we can drink it straight

And if the fire keeps burning

And the skies stay orange

We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late

Better give me that bag of wacky tobacco

Them cracker's ain't takin' a damn thang

Drinkin' and smokin', stinkin' and pokin'

Bangin' these hoes, we profane

Getting' it up in the back of a truck

With a bitty with tittys and shakin' da butt

Call me retarded

But that's how we party

But lordy, good almighty y'all

Breakin' it down like it ain't been done

Straight jacked to the brain till I see the sun

You a punk motherfucker if you got a gun

Leave that at home and just bring your lungs, weed

Pimp swiggin', shindiggin', shit kickin', picknickin'

Brick dickin', thick chickens and a sicknin'

TMH? and smokin' dope in the open, no chokin', no joke

And I'm on a roll, and I'm locin', hopin' to leave a jaw broken

Soakin' in your blood, while I'm strokin' your ho in the wide open

With my folks scopin'

That bastard's crazy as hell!

That's how we do it down here in Georgia

It's on like a moth when the weather's gorgeous

Shit you N'street punks never seen on a TV screen

From radios to porches, to patios, let's torch it

Some bitch, I pour gas on it

Crunk?, Bet your ass on it!

Start the bonfire

Drop the tailgate

Pass the Knob Creek

And we can drink it straight

And if the fire keeps burning

And the skies stay orange

We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late

Start the bonfire

Drop the tailgate

Pass the Knob Creek

And we can drink it straight

And if the fire keeps burning

And the skies stay orange

We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late

That's why at 3:30 I'm seein' shit

Screwin' three or four broads like a trail of piss

Takin' three or four rolls I ain't feelin' shit

Give me three or four mo' 'bout real quick

Ain't nothin' down here but 'trailer crank'

Poor man with a meth lab and a bama? stank

Man, y'all keep that dyin' shit

Motherfucker do I look like I'm tryin' to quit?

Moonshine in a Mason jar at noon-time, trippin'

Beer is for the guzzelin', this is for the sippin'

When the Sun go down, it sho' be goody good

In the dirty dirt, speakin' dirty words

They might be scarred but them boys ain't skerd

I don't know if you heard, you can't polish a turd

Yeah, my vision blurred, my speech a little slurred

But back off of me cracker 'for your ass get hurt

"Oh my God! What are these blue turtles??

"I don't know dude, but every time I wave my cigarette around I get the trails?

Start the bonfire

Drop the tailgate

Pass the Knob Creek

And we can drink it straight

And if the fire keeps burning

And the skies stay orange

We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late

Start the bonfire

Drop the tailgate

Pass the Knob Creek

And we can drink it straight

And if the fire keeps burning

And the skies stay orange

We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late

To the window, to the walls

Feel the sweat runnin' off my balls

Till the shit runnin' out yo' draws

Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet

Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet

To the window, to the walls

Feel the sweat runnin' off my balls

Till the shit runnin' out yo' draws

Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet

Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet