[ludacris:] 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inch chiggers My trunk bumpin like an ejected ass shots like a stripper No insurance on these whips tags all outdated I might not be shit too you, but my momma thinks i made it We goin ball till we fall on this ganja get us wasted And i never drink that white; all my women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!
[hook: big k.r.i.t.] 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)
[big k.r.i.t.:] 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
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[bun b:] Candy-candy paint and 'lac berets Sitting on 24's in bows Pull up on the scene and i mack ya bitch It ain't hard to tell i suppose she chose She sending over the clothes, the wigs and shoes This charlie sheen pimpin too deep too lose Roll with duce and keep girls in twos Boy you must of heard wrong well you been confused See i'm the big brother of sweet james I know all about these street gangs When the trick goin pay, the chick goin stay So she can't lop out what she brang I'm certified like u.s.d.a. Representing texas straight up outta p.a. Graduated school of hard knocks with a v8 Right under the nose of the police and the d.a. Anything we say take it as a law nigga When i'm in the booth no rubber i'm raw nigga Talk down or get bust in ya jaw nigga Lock up ya pal go run tell ya ma nigga No flaw nigga one-hundred percent old school No glass house i'm under ten Ask anybody here who's running this shit It's big bun ya bitch