作词 : B. Scott/M. Adams/V. Tisdale/W. Hughes/J. Chambers/James "Groove" Chambers 作曲 : B. Scott/M. Adams/V. Tisdale/W. Hughes/J. Chambers/James "Groove" Chambers I'm just a big bang baller on a budget Dank ******, smokin' like '****** it' City slicker, country ******, reppin' straight from KentuckyHorseshoes and rabbit paws flossin', chicken closs for the lucky40 flowers, Range Rovers, so they know the tailpipe's rusted Country cookin', dog fightin', big body ridin' Chillin' like a mug in Western Kentuck', showin' love Summertime a funner time, smoke and gunner time Sippin' Sprite and somethin' dark every ******' time Uhh, okay watch how the po' folk ball Stomp through to mall in my overalls, the black GirbaudNo pager, no cellphone, no access at all Just a pack of Dutch Masters and a pint of alcohol My hooptie, with a down crew like Boots said"You don't perm, ****** a fadeLet my hair swing back and forth like a germI'll ****** with sick ******t, pull out this and stick it in this thick chickBaby Mama drama, child support court and ain't worth the biscuit" What'cha know about them backwood country folk? What'cha know about the ' Lac bone hundred spoke? Jimmy Crack Corn, no fade, no comb What'cha know about ballin' on a budget bro? I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga It's the N the A the P P YPull up, dead horns on the hood of my truck Kentucky Mud on my shoes and my socks Hungry Jack, prefer tryin' to stuff some food in my gut Country cat in the cowboy hat I'm front to back put the house on that Candied yams, chitlins, greens, and smoked country ham Chicken wings, cornbread, gran in the kitchen throwin' down Eat good, tryin' a smoke somethin', run up on a pound Roll somethin', gut a Vega tryin' a stuff it with a ounce Hummin', Mama cookin' that mean it's Sunday mo'nin Half a pint of bootleg gin, it keep my goin' Fat knot, [Incomprehensible], bad daylight Cigars and happy bags, man we stay right Aww man, we go back, like sweet pickle book clubs ****** that was good love, summertime bathin' in a foot tub Damn that ******t hurt and my jams in that ******rt Atari 26, one stick never worked What'cha know about them backwood country folk? What'cha know about the ' Lac bone hundred spoke? Jimmy Crack Corn, no fade, no comb What'cha know about ballin' on a budget bro? I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga It's the N the A the P P YComin' up in the woods all I did was run barefoot Ne'er could comb my hair good My hairline grew like ten pound vines' Tween my rib and my underwear It's still a thin brown line, ******t Chores did and Ma work out on the clothin' line Cool as ******t, country boys out on the grind River views, picnic, big ticks covered the place Folks visit and make it apparent to come back again Look here, see I smoke like a fire and I drink like a fish That's it, Ecstasy just ain't on my list No comb, no brush, no fade, no pick No ******t, no hair and you get no ****** Now we love them gals that love themselves, them southern belles Them Clydesdale Kentucky gals with muddy tails We cut them gals, no veils, no wedding bells Trick on cheap hotels, KY gels and nothin' else What'cha know about them backwood country folk? What'cha know about the ' Lac bone hundred spoke? Jimmy Crack Corn, no fade, no comb What'cha know about ballin' on a budget bro? I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga It's the N the A the P P Y
作词 : B. Scott/M. Adams/V. Tisdale/W. Hughes/J. Chambers/James "Groove" Chambers 作曲 : B. Scott/M. Adams/V. Tisdale/W. Hughes/J. Chambers/James "Groove" Chambers I'm just a big bang baller on a budget Dank ******, smokin' like '****** it' City slicker, country ******, reppin' straight from KentuckyHorseshoes and rabbit paws flossin', chicken closs for the lucky40 flowers, Range Rovers, so they know the tailpipe's rusted Country cookin', dog fightin', big body ridin' Chillin' like a mug in Western Kentuck', showin' love Summertime a funner time, smoke and gunner time Sippin' Sprite and somethin' dark every ******' time Uhh, okay watch how the po' folk ball Stomp through to mall in my overalls, the black GirbaudNo pager, no cellphone, no access at all Just a pack of Dutch Masters and a pint of alcohol My hooptie, with a down crew like Boots said"You don't perm, ****** a fadeLet my hair swing back and forth like a germI'll ****** with sick ******t, pull out this and stick it in this thick chickBaby Mama drama, child support court and ain't worth the biscuit" What'cha know about them backwood country folk? What'cha know about the ' Lac bone hundred spoke? Jimmy Crack Corn, no fade, no comb What'cha know about ballin' on a budget bro? I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga It's the N the A the P P YPull up, dead horns on the hood of my truck Kentucky Mud on my shoes and my socks Hungry Jack, prefer tryin' to stuff some food in my gut Country cat in the cowboy hat I'm front to back put the house on that Candied yams, chitlins, greens, and smoked country ham Chicken wings, cornbread, gran in the kitchen throwin' down Eat good, tryin' a smoke somethin', run up on a pound Roll somethin', gut a Vega tryin' a stuff it with a ounce Hummin', Mama cookin' that mean it's Sunday mo'nin Half a pint of bootleg gin, it keep my goin' Fat knot, [Incomprehensible], bad daylight Cigars and happy bags, man we stay right Aww man, we go back, like sweet pickle book clubs ****** that was good love, summertime bathin' in a foot tub Damn that ******t hurt and my jams in that ******rt Atari 26, one stick never worked What'cha know about them backwood country folk? What'cha know about the ' Lac bone hundred spoke? Jimmy Crack Corn, no fade, no comb What'cha know about ballin' on a budget bro? I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga It's the N the A the P P YComin' up in the woods all I did was run barefoot Ne'er could comb my hair good My hairline grew like ten pound vines' Tween my rib and my underwear It's still a thin brown line, ******t Chores did and Ma work out on the clothin' line Cool as ******t, country boys out on the grind River views, picnic, big ticks covered the place Folks visit and make it apparent to come back again Look here, see I smoke like a fire and I drink like a fish That's it, Ecstasy just ain't on my list No comb, no brush, no fade, no pick No ******t, no hair and you get no ****** Now we love them gals that love themselves, them southern belles Them Clydesdale Kentucky gals with muddy tails We cut them gals, no veils, no wedding bells Trick on cheap hotels, KY gels and nothin' else What'cha know about them backwood country folk? What'cha know about the ' Lac bone hundred spoke? Jimmy Crack Corn, no fade, no comb What'cha know about ballin' on a budget bro? I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga I'm just ballin' on a budget, yeaga It's the N the A the P P Y
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