Текст песни Doobie - I`m Country
Doobie - I`m Country слова песни
Intro/Chorus:Pace yourself (Pace yourself)Don`t let yo` self (Don`t let yo` self)get caught up (get caught up)I`m brought up (I`m brought up)in the country (in the country)Don`t touch me (Don`t touch me)I`m clutchy (I`m clutchy)I`m fussy (I`m fussy)Live money (Live money)Love money (Love money)Cos I told you (I told you)I`m country (I`m country nigga)Pace yourself (Pace yourself)Don`t let yo` self (Don`t let yo` self)get caught up (get caught up)I`m brought up (I`m brought up)in the countryIn the d-d-day I put my dilli on Dayna`s and Pirelli`sGettin high so I Think I Can Fly like R.KellyAnd be all of my niggas Gz and none of my nigga`s punksWe flippin down tha Interstate, crump and matchin bluntsI stay pissy head drunk, ya dig money?In a Cadillac Maurice that I got from Frank TenI`ve been plus Five Percent bein rolled upTalkin outerstate drug deals on my blow up, mo` hash niggaHold up your fuckin wism, rollers in lockinand have that ass capped, sent it from my mo`, I told yaYou need a fix, nigga what`s the word on it?Rollin in a pancake zigga with tha zerb on itDayna`s and Vogues is how I roll when I`m smokinAnd tinted windows, and let em up if you get nosey???? and colds supposedly, I do away with them J`sIn a GS300, gettin blunted, on a tollway, heyChorusI`m like the Pips, I`m just Gladys Knight19 is Dayna`s with the two-inch whites, I`m served tightLookin like a nigga should be in Vogue, cos I`m parkedwith the hella flashers sittin on Vogues in the darkI sparks me a Dutch, plus paper drinkin my nutAnd be mashin on the gas or the brake and the clutchSee young Doob like south is such, nigga what?I pick your pocket like Deion and run it straight up the gutThen I cut to the sidelines swervin then drop up my pick upAnd Earvin then picked up my bourbon, for certainIt`s all ta see, me, cos we`s Gz20-inches with the TV, fo` scheezyBelieve me, ya gettin murdered and touched, then we burstI`m like Jordan up in the clutch, bitch I don`t miss when it countsWe bring the narrows in mass amounts, is y`all wit me?If you need to re-up or sto`, then y`all hit me (get me?)ChorusYoung Doob on the escapade in the CadillacEscalate with mo` ice than the IcecapadesI graze niggas like razorblades, I`m tailor made>From bald to blade to Frankie Beverly and maizeI`m paid, I stay with real killers, and gold gettersBeen raised on cornbread and collard green niggasAnd Fubu and Hilfiger`s, Bailey`s and Vigour`sIf ya want us niggas, then come get us, we killers>From the city of the Tezas Rangers and high rollersIn a Lexus Landrover that I flipped overI`m drunk and barely sober, prayin to Jehovahin hope that this hopelessness don`t push me overI`m just a young baller with nathin to losePayin my dues in Oriental tattoosDrankin and pourin out brews for lost foolswho niggas pushed bourb, wood with the zerbAnd we all bi-coastal but we claim the 3rdWhere niggas swerve, pimp serve and do the dirty bird, ya heard?!? Death Row South, ya check me? From Texas Where nothin changed but the necklaceChorus (x2)Death Row`s finest nigga!The South`s finest nigga!I`m gone! I`ve been handed the motherfuckin torch!You bitch made niggas don`t want none, you heard me?!?Young Doob, and my comrades, whoopin ass!!!Uh, uh, cos I`m COUNTRY!!!