Текст песни Dirty Boys - Upchurch

I′m gonna spit some fast shit

(One time for the dirty)
Chatham county bitch!
Snort

(Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I grew up on the old shit
Ya'll already know this
I never thought somebody from my town would get noticed
E′rrybody try but eventually they all quit
And either went to college or they work up at the saw mill.

Hip-hop country how the fuck I feel
Got people lookin' at me thinkin that I'm not for real
Bitch, I got 4 wheels
Turned down 4 deals
4 Good buddies, with the 4 blue flame steels

Redneck shit to the maximum
Shit, I′m tellin′ my story just rappin' ′em
As I join in nobody can even fathom us
Cuz, its 3 seperate things just smashin' (what)

A little bit of country
Little bit of hip-hop
Little bit of rock at the bottom of the rich top
White smokin′ shit
LIke a mother fucking camp block
Holla whatchya wanna, but I'm always makin′ shit pop

R.G.C. until my motherfuckin' heart stops
Bout to say it cuz I mean it
Til' my motherfuckin′ heart stops

Redneck bone in a 89 ragtop
Ya boy gettin′ famous from a god dang laptop
Rollin' lookin′ clean like a life sized matchbox
X girl, hit my line, took me to a missed call
You can call me Trump cuz I'm building me a big wall
Blockin′ out you haters while I"m grabbin' on my white balls

One time for the dirty boyz
Loud square bodies out makin′ all the noise
One time for the dirty boyz
River rats lookin' nas(ty) smokin' all the joints
One time for the police
Always bustin parties
And the rent checks tryin′a chase me
Mustang GT
Hippie chick with me, puffin′ on some green, bumpin'M.G.E.M.T. (HA!)

EVery single person who ever told me that I couldn′t
Gets a middle finger from me and callin' me when they shouldn′t
They're Pushy and overlookin′ but now I'm more than a rookie
And makin' my county noticed for something other than druggies (Awe yeah)

Dixie Flag on the front porch
Cuz, your boy hotter than the tip of a damn blow torch
Fuck a Royals Royce,
I′d rather drive a Monte Carlo with a cowl induction hood boy (hood boy)
I′m from the woods boy, Rollin' in the woods toy
Talkin′ startin' workin′ ain't the only thing I′m good for
Tougher than an old Ford Quiz sports, Still score
Pickin up the farmers daughter, Freakin' on the front porch

Parents talkin' shit while I′m rollin′ up a whole log
Last day of senior year, shit! I was too gone
Knew I had to find myself off in this ole' world
And I was gonna yell it til a buncha people all heard
Redneck spittin′ blue flame with the pen though
Never had a bunch of friends, always had my kin folk
Rollin' 6 deep in the F1-5.0.
I don′t need an image, cuz the image came na'tral

Small town shit til I don′t breathe
A bunch of attention brotha I don't need
A bunch of fake freinds I don't see
Money ain′t about shit, except for old greed
And I don′t need a mansion by a big white beach
Gimmie a fuckin' double wide by an old ass creek
This is how I was raised and I′ll always be
South side, chatham county middle Tennessee

One time for the dirty boyz
Loud square bodies out makin' all the noise
One time for the dirty boyz
River rats lookin′ nas(ty) smokin' all the joints
One time for the police
Always bustin parties
And the rent checks tryin′a chase me
Mustang GT
Hippie chick with me, puffin' on some green, bumpin'M.G.E.M.T. (HA!)

One time for the dirty boyz (echo) 2X′s
Dirty Boys
One time for the dirty b(distorted)

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