Bass Who's the one from the pine, whaddup yall? I'm the one from the grind, I know yall Go below the Dixie line, wit me, I'll show ya how to deal the quarter pound off the rippy, off the rippy I'm catfish, bitch I am packing this rusty steak knife (who?) pump action Nadda nothin buddy don't even bother (holler) him I told you i'm cat fish, I'm quick to swaller brim Young gangsters bustin wanna act bad (bad) Wasting gun shells like Bush in Baghdad take him to the hood I got the chopper aimed so bet ya he'll be running like a motherfuckin hoe Glass breakin I'll have your mother duckin low Back down ha now that's a motherfuckin joke Southern boys got hot butter for your soul Cracker barrel bullet dynamite so lets go
My rattlin trunk, got them bobble heads lookin rear view mirrors got the world sittin crooked I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin These twelve inch speakers, these six inch tweeters I'm playin those heaters I got that Fadder I am kick kickin kick kick kick kickin Kick kickin kick kick kick kickin
Gimmie the kenwood, these kicks are tempting I'm blowin this shit up like bottles of champagne Mouth is dropping, models are modeling vibrating seats make knees start wobbling Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com If you want it bad well then I'll give you my pickle I'm so off the chain that I can't pedal my bicycle Ain't got no Petrol, still get it crunk though Leavin my tire marks in hip hop centerfolds Oh! I know that amplifiers heated up Oh! I know the DJ wanna speed it up My shits snappin, it ain't snap music But you can lean back and throw it up, come on These Alabama boys connect with Atlanta boys Raised by them gun lovers who load up the banana boats Drivin them Chevy's and throwin Ds on them cadillacs Speakers and tweeters beatin my whip got that rattle back
Yeah I'm Southern I'm crazy, I'm drivin, Chevys daily Hollar at ya (hollar at ya), burnin tires (Burnin tires), I'm trashy (I'm Trashy), I'm fire Yeah I'll stick 'em good, I'll show dem up I'll show them hood, that I don't give a fuck From the trailer park I help king Don't get any part So watch your spelling, And they ring ding they ringa ling ling cellular blowin up, they wanna ding a ling I'm a leading scene The pimp of the leading team We number one of all 7 of dixie mafia familyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
