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Country Shit



Ludacris - Country Shit - Текст песни

Yeah, I've been waiting to tell them about this country shit
 I'm a learner, you ready, Luda

Let me tell you about these old school chevys, cadillacs ss impalas
 if you smokin then we got more sacks than troy palamalu
 your partners want some quarters, my partners want some keys
 in atlanta we get that paper can you haters say cheese
 10000 watt amps, 615 inch jiggas
 my trunk bumpin like an injected ass shots like a stripper
 no insurance on these whips, tags all outdated
 i might not be shit to you but my mamma thinks i made it
 we gonna ball till we fall or this ganja gets us wasted
 and i never drink that white
 all my women think im racist
 on that brown with a twist
 tell these hoes to reminisce
 that my name is ludacris and im like bitch

Chorus
 Let me tell you bout this super fly dirty dirty
 third coast muddy water
 shorty pop that pussy if you wanna
 Let me tell you bout this old school pour and lean
 candy yams and collard greens
 pocket full of stone, ride clean
 (Let me tell you bout this country shit
 country country shit) x4
 country country shit

I told them ah man hold up
 country is what country does
 in my crooked letter ho, well you know do it better for
 pull up hop out clean
 in my old school time machine
 keep a parachute for this altitude
 cause when you riding this high make it hard to breathe
 mayday hollerin out payday
 knocking pictures off the wall when i creep
 pros get wet as fuck when i speak
 southern drawl, thats just the way it be
 heavy like sumo, numero uno
 pourin up brown, she sippin on nuvo
 pimpin so cold, never trick on a ho
 outerspace with the flow, like im livin on pluto
 you know bitch, im ugk influenced
 sloooow iiiit dooownn chop chop and screw it
 for the folk in texas that forever wreckin
 with the styrofoam cups and purple fluid
 return of 4eva I thought you knew it
 country shit thats all i see
 thats all i know, thats all i feel
 thats all i am thats all i be

Chorus

Candy painted lac ...
 sittin on 24s in vogue
 pull up on a scene and i mack your bitch
 it aint hard to tell i suppose she chose
 cause send over the clothes, the wigs and shoes
 this charlie sheen pimp is too big to lose
 roll with trues and keep girls in two
 boy you must have heard wrong, why you been confused
 see im the big brother of sweet ...
 i know all about these street games
 what the trick gone pay, the chick gone say
 so she can't lie about what she brang
 im certified like usda
 represent texas straight up out the pa
 graduated school of hardknocks with a B.A.
 right under the nose of the vice of the da
 anything we say take it as law nigga
 when im in the booth no rubber im raw nigga
 talk down get bust in yo jaw nigga
 like im your pa go run tell your ma nigga
 no flaw, nigga 100 percent old school no glass ... some under the tent
 ask anybody here whos running this shit
 ...its big bun in this bitch
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