Yo I'm 'bout to spit somethin' crazy Move over Carbi B, oww Fuck Yuh, let's go
Swingin' on the beat like a fuckin' animal I got your friends that throw me hell, even your mother I stay loyal to my friends, call all of them brothers And we all on that beat, still flyer than others And I don't wanna hear your shit talk (Shut up) Stay chilin' with the big dogs (Big dogs) Went from high school to big boss (Boss) Everyday I'm hustlin', motherfuckin' Rick Ross I'm just roarin' up I'm soarin' high up like a plane (Okay) Back in them backwoods with a bag of Mary Jane Lit like Bic with a muddy water stain Yeah, damn Lawd baby you look like a sexy train Fishin' holes, swimmin' hole, summer time, rollin' coal Hangin with my buddies and they cuttin' I ain't spittin' Skoal Gettin' to the money, long time, bitch we on a roll Singin' music that I like with hella soul
Carolina Gang, Carolina Gang Blowin' smoke in my diesel gang train Got THC swimmin' in my veins Stayin' NC with my Carolina Gang Carolina Gang, Carolina Gang Blowin' smoke in my diesel gang train Got THC swimmin' in my veins Stayin' NC with my Carolina Gang
Got some corn mash while I make white lightnin' Yeah, pull up to Sonic you see a couple kids fightin' They don't know where I'm from, they ain't gettin' lightnin Rather be in my mountains than a 5-star island Exhaust fumes smokin' out the cab (Ooh) Glove box full of blunt wraps (Shit) Sleepin' on me then take a nap (Uh huh) Passin' on y'all when it's a wrap (It's a wrap) Click clack plow one shot, then you're down Shootin' two-two-three rounds 'bout a hundred couple pounds And you're tryna fuck with us you won't even hear a sound Got some boys in the back and they runnin' ridge top hell Smell the aroma, spray paint a Tacoma I rock Diesel Gang apparel, don't wear Patagonia Don't hang with me just see me alone, yeah 'Cause I'm lookin' for my bros that I can go and get stoned with
Carolina Gang, Carolina Gang Blowin' smoke in my diesel gang train Got THC swimmin' in my veins Stayin' NC with my Carolina Gang Carolina Gang, Carolina Gang Blowin' smoke in my diesel gang train Got THC swimmin' in my veins Stayin' NC with my Carolina Gang
Blue collar chick got press of rednecks Slick trucks and bets It's 828 to the death Good green on my breath Workin' hard, break a sweat Takin' dollars like a threat Playin' chords like a champ These bitches on my leash like a pet (Uh huh) Haters in my town, they upset (Hey man) Livin' my life, got no regrets (No) Queen of this shit, I can't catch my breath Cap forward Yee-Haw, ride the beat like a see-saw Rappers can't swing games sorta like tee-ball You're a "hee-haw," yes I'm a "hee-haw," with it Don't wanna hear your shit 'cause your're pissin' me off, get lost Wanna get lost in the fog I wanna get hazed Driving in the middle lane with Mary Jane, gettin' blazed Got a problem with the South and how I's raised Take one step closer to me bitch and you get tazed (Damn)
It's not just a state, it's a state of mind. A heritage a family and traditions that have been passed down generation to generation. Coastal Carolina into the foothills and then so on to the Appalachians. NC to SC I believe we are all proud to be simply from the Carolinas. Here's to my state
Carolina Gang, Carolina Gang Blowin' smoke in my diesel gang train Got THC swimin' in my veins Stayin' NC with my Carolina Gang Carolina Gang, Carolina Gang Blowin' smoke in my diesel gang train Got THC swimin' in my veins Stayin' NC with my Carolina Gang AyyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
