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(esg) Just cuz we live in the country Doesnt mean that we slow Chorus (esg): Country life Southern strife What gives you the damn right? To come pointin fingers down at me? My life is so slow First verse (esg): I live that c-o The u-n The t to the r to the y The e to the s to the g be screamin southside til I die See I ride, with carlos, or should I say the s-p-m? A six three, high, two ds, I almost cracked my damned rims I swang and bang, I do my thang Mary jane be in my brain Codeine in the cup, got twentys in the truck Hol up! country life, we got horses and chickens But our chickens transform into ounces in the kitchen I aint snitchin, Im spittin on what we do in southern life Candy cars, ghetto stars, be sippin ball all night Two dice, swangin and bangin and doin my thang all night I paid the price, to have my teeth filled with ice Look twice you might get blinded by the way my diamonds glisten E-s-gs who I be, boy Im country like chitlins And cornbread, Im gone fed, kenny red aint no joke A last resort like papa roach Pass the sweet and lets smoke Cuz uh... Chorus (2x) Second verse (esg): Got to keep on truckin baby to the end, cuz we got to make it through You see I know these k-k-ks, they on my trail, they searched my room Country life aint all what it seems And, some of yall think its a muthafuckin dream But I got many problems on my mind My weed tolerance is down and I cant get high Besides that, its hot as hell outside The temperature keeps on risin And I aint got a/c in my ride I dont abide I aint the one, I aint the dumb, Country man that you really think I am Country life Chorus (2x) Third verse (spm): Im the country bumpkin, comin out the south-uh Rascal like spanky and beesh is alfalfa Pull it up outcha, kis in my couch-uh Eight in my fam, I dont give a damn aboutcha Yowza, yowza I sleep with the cows-uh Rattlesnakes and crickets in my overall trowsers Got my own stable, own record label Sittin on the table, eatin steak and potatoes Sippin on syrup, pickin your girl up Take her to my trailer and she make my toes curl up Silence them boys when they see my toys My dooley, on twenty-two inch chrome alloys Got a bourbon that I stretched to fit twenty-four people Call me chico with security that look like deebo I used to hang in clubs sellin tapes in the restrooms Now I float in the boat with six bedrooms Chorus (2x)
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