Текст песни South Park Mexican f ESG - Country Life
South Park Mexican f ESG - Country Life слова песни
(ESG)Just cuz we live in the countryDoesn`t mean that we slowChorus (ESG):Country lifeSouthern strifeWhat gives you the damn right?To come pointin` fingers down at me?My life is so slowFirst Verse (ESG):I live that C-OThe U-NThe T to the R to the YThe E to the S to the G be screamin` Southside til` I dieSee I ride, with Carlos, or should I say the S-P-M?A six three, high, two D`s, I almost cracked my damned rimsI swang and bang, I do my thangMary Jane be in my brainCodeine in the cup, got twenty`s in the truckHol up! Country life, we got horses and chickensBut our chickens transform into ounces in the kitchenI ain`t snitchin`, I`m spittin` on what we do in Southern lifeCandy cars, ghetto stars, be sippin` Ball all nightTwo dice, swangin` and bangin` and doin` my thang all nightI paid the price, to have my teeth filled with iceLook twice you might get blinded by the way my diamonds glistenE-S-G`s who I be, boy I`m country like chitlinsAnd cornbread, I`m gone fed, Kenny Red ain`t no jokeA last resort like Papa RoachPass the sweet and let`s smokeCuz uh...Chorus (2x)Second Verse (ESG):Got to keep on truckin` baby to the end, cuz we got to make it throughYou see I know these K-K-K`s, they on my trail, they searched my roomCountry life ain`t all what it seemsAnd, some of y`all think it`s a muthafuckin` dreamBut I got many problems on my mindMy weed tolerance is down and I can`t get highBesides that, it`s hot as Hell outsideThe temperature keeps on risin`And I ain`t got A/C in my rideI don`t abideI ain`t the one, I ain`t the dumb, Country man that you really think I amCountry lifeChorus (2x)Third Verse (SPM):I`m the country bumpkin, comin` out the South-uhRascal like Spanky and Beesh is AlfalfaPull it up out`cha, ki`s in my couch-uhEight in my fam, I don`t give a damn about`chaYowza, yowza I sleep with the cows-uhRattlesnakes and crickets in my overall trowsersGot my own stable, own record labelSittin` on the table, eatin` steak and potatoesSippin` on syrup, pickin` your girl upTake her to my trailer and she make my toes curl upSilence them boys when they see my toysMy dooley, on twenty-two inch chrome alloysGot a bourbon that I stretched to fit twenty-four peopleCall me Chico with security that look like DeeboI used to hang in clubs sellin` tapes in the restroomsNow I float in the boat with six bedroomsChorus (2x)