South Park Mexican - Country Life текст песни

(esg)

Just cuz we live in the country

Doesnt mean that we slow

Chorus (esg):

Country life

Southern strife

What gives you the damn right?

To come pointin fingers down at me?

My life is so slow

First verse (esg):

I live that c-o

The u-n

The t to the r to the y

The e to the s to the g be screamin southside til I die

See I ride, with carlos, or should I say the s-p-m?

A six three, high, two ds, I almost cracked my damned rims

I swang and bang, I do my thang

Mary jane be in my brain

Codeine in the cup, got twentys in the truck

Hol up! country life, we got horses and chickens

But our chickens transform into ounces in the kitchen

I aint snitchin, Im spittin on what we do in southern life

Candy cars, ghetto stars, be sippin ball all night

Two dice, swangin and bangin and doin my thang all night

I paid the price, to have my teeth filled with ice

Look twice you might get blinded by the way my diamonds glisten

E-s-gs who I be, boy Im country like chitlins

And cornbread, Im gone fed, kenny red aint no joke

A last resort like papa roach

Pass the sweet and lets smoke

Cuz uh...

Chorus (2x)

Second verse (esg):

Got to keep on truckin baby to the end, cuz we got to make it through

You see I know these k-k-ks, they on my trail, they searched my room

Country life aint all what it seems

And, some of yall think its a muthafuckin dream

But I got many problems on my mind

My weed tolerance is down and I cant get high

Besides that, its hot as hell outside

The temperature keeps on risin

And I aint got a/c in my ride

I dont abide

I aint the one, I aint the dumb,

Country man that you really think I am

Country life

Chorus (2x)

Third verse (spm):

Im the country bumpkin, comin out the south-uh

Rascal like spanky and beesh is alfalfa

Pull it up outcha, kis in my couch-uh

Eight in my fam, I dont give a damn aboutcha

Yowza, yowza I sleep with the cows-uh

Rattlesnakes and crickets in my overall trowsers

Got my own stable, own record label

Sittin on the table, eatin steak and potatoes

Sippin on syrup, pickin your girl up

Take her to my trailer and she make my toes curl up

Silence them boys when they see my toys

My dooley, on twenty-two inch chrome alloys

Got a bourbon that I stretched to fit twenty-four people

Call me chico with security that look like deebo

I used to hang in clubs sellin tapes in the restrooms

Now I float in the boat with six bedrooms

Chorus (2x)