paroles de chanson Outback (Extended Remix) [feat. The Lacs, Redneck Souljers, Bubba Sparxxx, Demun Jones, Durwood Black, D. Thrash, Moccasin Creek & Lenny Cooper] - Bubba Sparxxx , The Lacs , Moonshine Bandits , Lenny Cooper , Moccasin Creek , Demun Jones , Redneck Souljers
Everything
we
do,
we
do
it
outback
Backyard,
half-charred
ribs
on
a
rack
Backroad
runnin',
gettin'
dirty
on
a
track
Backwoods
gunnin',
hittin'
birdies
by
the
pack
Everywhere
we
go,
we
go
to
the
back
Backyard
bar
servin'
jars
full
of
batch
Back
under
the
moon
with
the
tailgate
back
In
the
back
of
a
saloon,
where
the
jukebox
at?
Fat
Tarr
on
the
track
and
we
tiltin'
back
We
off
behind
the
XCD
and
drinkin'
beer
with
the
lacs
We
up
in
Nashville,
you
better
tell
the
haters
relax
So
we
can
get
a
little
wild,
crack
a
bottle
of
Jack
But
I
ain't
'bout
that,
I
just
wanna
kick
it
with
the
women
Blow
a
little
smoke
and
if
they
like
it
they
gon'
win
it
Tiller
Gang
up
in
this
thang,
they
want
it,
come
and
get
it
We
out
here
makin'
friends,
we
still
livin'
independent
Like
the
declaration
that
we
live
by
It's
a
celebration,
let
the
flag
fly
Bring
your
kids,
even
your
momma
And
then
he'll
be
rubbing
the
ribs
Tell
him
to
smoke
it
or
swim,
float
in
the
river
with
friends
At
it
again,
somebody
give
me
the
gin
Callie
and
Tennessee
gettin'
it
in
Drinkin'
neat
in
hell
until
we
drinkin'
for
the
sale,
man
So
we'll
be
chilling
where
the
cows
at
If
that's
a
problem
for
you,
we
can
take
it
outback
Everything
we
do,
we
do
it
outback
Backyard,
half-charred
ribs
on
a
rack
Backroad
runnin',
gettin'
dirty
on
a
track
Backwoods
gunnin',
hittin'
birdies
by
the
pack
Everywhere
we
go,
we
go
to
the
back
Backyard
bar
servin'
jars
full
of
batch
Back
under
the
moon
with
the
tailgate
back
In
the
back
of
the
saloon,
where
the
jukebox
at?
Bubba
K's
back,
in
here
to
be
exact
Gotta
bet
it
with
some
back,
goddamn
badass
she
can
act
And
we
know
I
bag
a
few
but
I
ain't
really
keepin'
track
Now
her
man's
back
and
I'll
be
easin'
back
Yessir,
he
can
have
her
I
was
briefly
called
up
in
the
rap,
sure
Now
I'm
back
in
a
sort
of
zen
mindframe
Funny
thing
how
it
happened
when
the
time
came
I
was
in
the
back
drinking
with
the
bandits
And
the
Georgia
boys,
just
how
I
planned
it
Then
she
walked
in,
then
she
walked
back
out
Then
she
walked
back
in,
look
at
that,
wow
I
couldn't
back
down
so
I
stood
tall
Tried
to
play
it
cool,
you
think
I
could?
No
And
just
as
we
was
headed
back
to
the
house
Back
walking
in
yeah,
there
comes
the
spouse,
I'm
out
Everything
we
do,
we
do
it
outback
Backyard,
half-charred
ribs
on
a
rack
Backroad
runnin',
gettin'
dirty
on
a
track
Backwoods
gunnin',
hittin'
birdies
by
the
pack
Everywhere
we
go,
we
go
to
the
back
Backyard
bar
servin'
jars
full
of
batch
Back
under
the
moon
with
the
tailgate
back
In
the
back
of
the
saloon,
where
the
jukebox
at?
Outback
where
the
force
is
thick
There's
a
circle
in
the
middle
of
a
field
where
a
bonfire's
lit
Cup
full
of
'shine,
Copenhagen
on
my
lip
Now
I'm
dippin'
sideways,
probably
wake
up
in
a
ditch
So
crank
that
music
into
the
night
And
crack
that
beer,
and
raise
it
high
Stacked
little
blonde
want
a
midnight
ride
Take
her
back
to
the
country
for
a
real
good
time
Everything
we
do,
we
do
it
outback
Backyard,
half-charred
ribs
on
a
rack
Backroad
runnin',
gettin'
dirty
on
a
track
Backwoods
gunnin',
hittin'
birdies
by
the
pack
Everywhere
we
go,
we
go
to
the
back
Backyard
bar
servin'
jars
full
of
batch
Back
under
the
moon
with
the
tailgate
back
In
the
back
of
the
saloon,
where
the
jukebox
at?
Got
me
steppin'
in
manure
every
time
I
speak
shit
Like
cash
in
the
photo,
with
the
bird
getting
flipped
Came
from
the
bottom,
so
they
labelled
me
a
catfish
Worldwide,
better
grab
you
an
atlas
Bonfire
led
like,
really
let's
smoke
Rack
full
of
ribs
and
a
smoke-up
full
of
oak
Blackberry
brandy
outback
in
the
dug
Blind
black
lab
running
like
a
hound
in
his
bloodline
Came
from
outback
but
I'm
back
in
the
lead
Back
like
a
rack
full
of
fat
double
E's
Back
with
a
barrell,
on
a
rack
let
me
squeeze
Back
on
the
trigger,
hit
her
right
between
the
knees
Back
with
the
toe
strap,
I
pull
'em
real
heavy
Ladies
gettin'
dirty
outback
on
the
Chevy
Dive
bar
beauty
queens,
Bubba
call
'em
Betty's
Pedal
to
the
metal,
baby
girl,
I'm
ready
I
said
takes
what
it
takes,
and
better
call
me
back
He
said
we
all
country,
and
I
said
yeah
that's
fact
We're
nice
rebels
on
the
run,
time
you
better
pack
We
'bout
to
hit
the
road,
rock
shows,
and
make
a
stack
I
folded
up
my
clothes,
loaded
up
my
click-clack
Grabbed
a
can
of
beer,
commander
thrown
it
all
in
the
sack
I
caught
a
flight
in
A-town,
landed
down
the
sack
The
bus
pulled
up,
it
was
big
and
it
was
black
That
Detroit
diesel
was
roaring
like
a
Mac
hat
Hung
around
the
bottom,
it
was
shiny
like
a
plaque
I
climbed
on
up,
sat
down
to
relax
But
I
heard
a
lot
of
ruckus,
it
was
coming
from
the
back
Everything
we
do,
we
do
it
outback
Backyard,
half-charred
ribs
on
a
rack
Backroad
runnin',
gettin'
dirty
on
a
track
Backwoods
gunnin',
hittin'
birdies
by
the
pack
Everywhere
we
go,
we
go
to
the
back
Backyard
bar
servin'
jars
full
of
batch
Back
under
the
moon
with
the
tailgate
back
In
the
back
of
a
saloon,
where
the
jukebox
at?
Down
by
the
burn
pile,
hand
out,
me
and
my
honey
We
could
run
a
game
of
shoe,
we
could
lose
a
little
money
Might
talk
a
little
smack
after
sippin'
that
Jack
Why
don't
you
Jag
that,
thrill
us
on
par
round
back?
Get
loose
like
you
do
it
up
in
Cali'
Ooh
shine
so
smooth
like
you
cruisin'
in
the
caddy
Then
we
rode
ourselves
a
fatty
with
a
round
of
the
shed
I
had
to
back
up,
bonfire,
it
was
bustin'
my
head
See
you're
back
in
the
mac,
I'm
in
the
back
with
the
lads
Get
all
these
back
to
the
sacks,
know
how
them
hagglers
act
See
I
party
in
the
ditch
with
Bacardi
on
my
breath
Looked
like
an
Audi
to
myself,
about
the
shawty
on
my
left
Yeah,
we
still
outback,
kiss
the
country,
outcast
Thinkin'
you
can
out-rap,
yeah,
bitch
I
doubt
that
Meat
is
sold
outback,
and
we
whip
the
loudest
'Cause
we're
gonna
bring
your
country
back,
quicker
than
a
snapback
Everything
we
do,
we
do
it
outback
Backyard,
half-charred
ribs
on
a
rack
Backroad
runnin',
gettin'
dirty
on
a
track
Backwoods
gunnin',
hittin'
birdies
by
the
pack
Everywhere
we
go,
we
go
to
the
back
Backyard
bar
servin'
jars
full
of
batch
Back
under
the
moon
with
the
tailgate
back
In
the
back
of
a
saloon,
where
the
jukebox
at?
D
Thrash
from
the
Georgia
boys
With
Bubba
Sparks
and
the
Moonshine
Bandits
makin'
noise
And
you
can
find
us
outback
makin'
shine
You
wanna
taste
test?
Then
get
in
line
Yeah,
we
keep
the
grill
fired
up
And
I
keep
a
camouflaged
mud
jug
Ay,
some
folks
wanna
hate
on
us
But
we
can
take
it
outback
if
you
want
some
Backrow
ride
with
the
hat
back
Drink
in
my
lap
in
a
brown
paper
sack
My
cellphone
won't
get
no
service
I'm
cool
but
city
folks
get
nervous
'Cause
they
ain't
never
been
out
here
No
street
lights,
and
we
eat
deer
I'm
either
in
the
backyard
or
the
backwoods
And
I'm
livin'
good
Everything
we
do,
we
do
it
outback
Backyard,
half-charred
ribs
on
a
rack
Backroad
runnin',
gettin'
dirty
on
a
track
Backwoods
gunnin',
hittin'
birdies
by
the
pack
Everywhere
we
go,
we
go
to
the
back
Backyard
bar
servin'
jars
full
of
batch
Back
under
the
moon
with
the
tailgate
back
In
the
back
of
a
saloon,
where
the
jukebox
at?
Brought
my
bull,
here
he
is
and
he's
buggin'
on
the
track
We
ain't
talkin'
thick
states
when
we
talkin'
outback
Now
we're
talkin'
clothes
lines
and
some
beat
up
cars
Yeah
we're
talking
tall
pines
in
the
knee-high
yard
Yeah
we
talkin'
all
those
things
you
can
find
outback
Grandmammy's
old
swing
and
a
shotgun
rack
Got
the
fireplace
stayin'
good,
a
bottle
of
Jack
Bubba
K
got
drunk
and
made
the
whip
go
cray
That
darned
C.
Hubbs
started
shootin'
it
up
And
the
moonshine
man
that's
never
given
a
look
Been
thrashed
in
the
back
with
a
truck
all
jack
Run
my
bull,
we're
all
country
when
we
kick
it
outback
I'm
all
about
the
beer
yeah,
I'm
all
about
the
whiskey
I'm
all
about
making
all
these
pretty
girls
get
frisky
Don't
hate
the
play,
or
play
and
hate
the
game
Outback
in
this
league,
yeah
we
all
are
the
same
Chasing
that
dream,
wanting
that
fame
All
these
new
people
wanna
ride
on
the
train
Ride
it
on
out,
take
it
on
over
Outback's
where
I'll
be
when
it's
all
over
Outback
grillin'
it,
outback
chillin'
it
Outback
workin'
hard
for
the
little
bit
Always
being
me,
yeah
the
mud
digger
king
What
a
beautiful
queen,
my
outback
is
my
dream
Everything
we
do,
we
do
it
outback
Backyard,
half-charred
ribs
on
a
rack
Backroad
runnin',
gettin'
dirty
on
a
track
Backwoods
gunnin',
hittin'
birdies
by
the
pack
Everywhere
we
go,
we
go
to
the
back
Backyard
bar
servin'
jars
full
of
batch
Back
under
the
moon
with
the
tailgate
back
In
the
back
of
the
saloon,
where
the
jukebox
at?
1 Dead Man's Hand
2 Lasso (feat. Durwood Black)
3 She's Crazy
4 Top off the Tank
5 Lady Luck
6 Come on Down
7 I Earned It
8 Blacked Out (feat. Durwood Black)
9 Good Times
10 American Banned
11 Pass the Ammo
12 Outback (feat. The Lacs & Durwood Black)
13 Outback (Extended Remix) [feat. The Lacs, Redneck Souljers, Bubba Sparxxx, Demun Jones, Durwood Black, D. Thrash, Moccasin Creek & Lenny Cooper]
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