![]() ![]() 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 ![]() 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) Let me tell you bout this country shit Country country shit (country country shit) Let me tell you bout this country shit Country country shit (country country shit) Let me tell you bout this country shit Country country shit (country country shit) ![]() 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inch chiggers My trunk bumpin like an ejected ass shots like a stripper No insurance on these whips tags all outdated I might not be shit too you, but my momma thinks i made it We goin ball till we fall on this ganja get us wasted And i never drink that white all my women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! ![]()
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