Yeah, I've been waiting to tell them about this country shit I'm a learner, you ready, Luda Let me tell you about these old school chevys, cadillacs ss impalas if you smokin then we got more sacks than troy palamalu your partners want some quarters, my partners want some keys in atlanta we get that paper can you haters say cheese 10000 watt amps, 615 inch jiggas my trunk bumpin like an injected ass shots like a stripper no insurance on these whips, tags all outdated i might not be shit to you but my mamma thinks i made it we gonna ball till we fall or this ganja gets us wasted and i never drink that white all my women think im racist on that brown with a twist tell these hoes to reminisce that my name is ludacris and im like bitch Chorus Let me tell you bout this super fly dirty dirty third coast muddy water shorty pop that pussy if you wanna Let me tell you bout this old school pour and lean candy yams and collard greens pocket full of stone, ride clean (Let me tell you bout this country shit country country shit) x4 country country shit I told them ah man hold up country is what country does in my crooked letter ho, well you know do it better for pull up hop out clean in my old school time machine keep a parachute for this altitude cause when you riding this high make it hard to breathe mayday hollerin out payday knocking pictures off the wall when i creep pros get wet as fuck when i speak southern drawl, thats just the way it be heavy like sumo, numero uno pourin up brown, she sippin on nuvo pimpin so cold, never trick on a ho outerspace with the flow, like im livin on pluto you know bitch, im ugk influenced sloooow iiiit dooownn chop chop and screw it for the folk in texas that forever wreckin with the styrofoam cups and purple fluid return of 4eva I thought you knew it country shit thats all i see thats all i know, thats all i feel thats all i am thats all i be Chorus Candy painted lac ... sittin on 24s in vogue pull up on a scene and i mack your bitch it aint hard to tell i suppose she chose cause send over the clothes, the wigs and shoes this charlie sheen pimp is too big to lose roll with trues and keep girls in two boy you must have heard wrong, why you been confused see im the big brother of sweet ... i know all about these street games what the trick gone pay, the chick gone say so she can't lie about what she brang im certified like usda represent texas straight up out the pa graduated school of hardknocks with a B.A. right under the nose of the vice of the da anything we say take it as law nigga when im in the booth no rubber im raw nigga talk down get bust in yo jaw nigga like im your pa go run tell your ma nigga no flaw, nigga 100 percent old school no glass ... some under the tent ask anybody here whos running this shit ...its big bun in this bitch
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