d.u.g.o.u.t. your'e tellin me!haha they act like we waz inside flippin chickens, doin donutz and drive by shootins, but hey d.u.g.o.u.t. you were there! you know whats up! but thats what we get fa tryna rap out in the boonies.
ima leave ya'll wit a lil spitten:
" Ima leave gangsta rap alone, and go sit on my porch with a banjo in 110 weather, gettin gone of pints a beer,"
"ya'll dont believe me! go ask the moonshine,"
the way theze bandits iz headin, man,
they ahead of the time,
lyrics age like fine wine
they keep gettin better
offa md 20/20 & southern comfort,
im bout 2 upchuck on my enyce sweater
makin money off cuss words wit four letterz,
City slicken out here in tha country town
we chewin and spitten sum'n that starts wit a "T"
but when it come out the mouth its brown,
im corn path pimpin, cuntryfied & im luvn it
wit a feather out my straw hat
im da young black dats out here pimpin it
highly heated