Alba s touto skladbou:
The Beast In Its Tracks,
Izitso,
Dog Eat Dog,
Fear of Fours,
We Won't Be Shaken,
Rage Valley,
Single,
Ursa Major,
Everybody gather 'round, cuz you know we'a fin' to do this thang fo' reezy some ser'ous. Put âcha money in ya shoe and it won't get wet. Come on.
Here comes a man across the field, honey
Here comes a man across the field, babe
Here comes a man across the field,
He's kicking up dust like an automobile
Honey, oh, baby, mine
Get it up, girl down in Daisy Dukes
I want ya ass butt naked in a baby suit
Gonna keep on drinking till the tummy puke
Got a problem with that, well you can get the boot
Got shotgun pointed to the sky
Got smoke in the eyes, and I'm surely high
Waking, baking, till the nogginâ fry
Naked, rolling round with a hog and I
Take from the rich and I give to me
One Escalade, two ecstacys
Perform on hoes right next to me
And I think I found serenity
Back up that punk, it's mine again
I jacked a truck of Heineken
Looks like it's time for a line again
And how about five Colonapins?
And I start to grin and start to dance
I'm speakin' in tongues, takin' off my pants
I'm blowing my whole hot damn advance
And we ain't gonna stop till the ambulance
Slow ride a hundred GMCs
Hooked up Crown Vics with DVDs
Got people down here you'll want to see
Half say there cuzâs, say they're free
Start the bonfire
Drop the tailgate
Pass the Knob Creek
And we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning
And the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late
Start the bonfire
Drop the tailgate
Pass the Knob Creek
And we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning
And the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late
Better give me that bag of wacky tobacco
Them crackerâs ainât takinâ a damn thang
Drinkinâ and smokinâ, stinkinâ and pokinâ
Banginâ these hoes, we profane
Gettingâ it up in the back of a truck
With a bitty with tittys and shakinâ da butt
Call me retarded
But thatâs how we party
But lordy, good almighty yâall
Breakinâ it down like it ainât been done
Straight jacked to the brain till I see the sun
You a punk motherfucker if you got a gun
Leave that at home and just bring your lungs, weed
Pimp swigginâ, shindigginâ, shit kickinâ, picknickinâ
Brick dickinâ, thick chickens and a sickninâ
TMH? and smokinâ dope in the open, no chokinâ, no joke
And Iâm on a roll, and Iâm locinâ, hopinâ to leave a jaw broken
Soakinâ in your blood, while Iâm strokinâ your ho in the wide open
With my folks scopinâ
That bastardâs crazy as hell!
Thatâs how we do it down here in Georgia
Itâs on like a moth when the weatherâs gorgeous
Shit you Nâstreet punks never seen on a TV screen
From radios to porches, to patios, letâs torch it
Some bitch, I pour gas on it
Crunk?, Bet your ass on it!
Start the bonfire
Drop the tailgate
Pass the Knob Creek
And we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning
And the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late
Start the bonfire
Drop the tailgate
Pass the Knob Creek
And we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning
And the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late
Thatâs why at 3:30 Iâm seeinâ shit
Screwinâ three or four broads like a trail of piss
Takinâ three or four rolls I ainât feelinâ shit
Give me three or four moâ âbout real quick
Ainât nothinâ down here but âtrailer crankâ
Poor man with a meth lab and a bama? stank
Man, yâall keep that dyinâ shit
Motherfucker do I look like Iâm tryinâ to quit?
Moonshine in a Mason jar at noon-time, trippinâ
Beer is for the guzzelinâ, this is for the sippinâ
When the Sun go down, it shoâ be goody good
In the dirty dirt, speakinâ dirty words
They might be scarred but them boys ainât skerd
I donât know if you heard, you canât polish a turd
Yeah, my vision blurred, my speech a little slurred
But back off of me cracker âfor your ass get hurt
âOh my God! What are these blue turtles?â
âI donât know dude, but every time I wave my cigarette around I get the trailsâ
Start the bonfire
Drop the tailgate
Pass the Knob Creek
And we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning
And the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late
Start the bonfire
Drop the tailgate
Pass the Knob Creek
And we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning
And the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late
To the window, to the walls
Feel the sweat runninâ off my balls
Till the shit runninâ out yoâ draws
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
To the window, to the walls
Feel the sweat runninâ off my balls
Till the shit runninâ out yoâ draws
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet