Country Folks (feat. Colt Ford & Danny Boone) - Bubba Sparxxx, Mr. Collipark & Ying Yang Twins

It's the mudslingin', country singin' redneck stunner Imma show you who I am if you really think you wanna Take a ride down the dirt road, show ya where the still is Scared? stay at home son, this is where the real is Folks 'round here still believe in God And the right to tote a gun and our flag don't run Ain't askin' you fo nothin' if we can't get it on our own Tell the government to leave my check and church alone Y'all can do y'all and we'll do us And our money should always say "In God We Trust" So if you think like that, then you one of us If not then move on and leave us alone Cuz country folk can survive, jus' ask Hank Leave my money in my pocket y'all can have the bank I'm tryin to tell ya we smarter than some of y'all think Even though we talk slow all of y'all should know that This is our song everybody sing it Clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it Stand our ground and we don't back down If you're from a small town and you're never gonna leave it This is our song everybody sing it Clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it Stand our ground and we don't back down And if you don't like it then don't come around We come from hardworking people, they can't stand a thief Don't like a liar, freezer full of deer meat Home grown tomatoes in the kitchen window Daddy is a deacon, mama sings "Swing Low" At the church in the choir, Sunday dinners on the fire Colt Ford Danny Boone gettin' mud up on the tires We represent our folk but don't take us for a joke We got a cooler full of boo and a pocket full of smoke Yeah we country as corn bread, and pumpin' Nappy Roots And if it ain't funeral we ain't gon' wear a suit We peein' off the front porch, peein' of da back Cuz we livin' in da boonies and they don't know where we at Can't market us urban, won't market us rural Drinkin' moonshine till we drunk and seein' plural Small town livin' and we don't give a damn If you're Hollywood or not, cuz we know who we am This is our song everybody sing it Clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it Stand our ground and we don't back down If you're from a small town and you're never gonna leave it This is our song everybody sing it Clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it Stand our ground and we don't back down And if you don't like it then don't come around Ain't funny how the money change who you is Sell your soul to the devil be a star in this biz Give up everything so you can play this game Make a buncha folks happy that don't know yo name Don't worry 'bout me, Imma spit the truth See I gotta represent for our country youth And keep hope alive, cuz I will survive With a shotgun baby and a four wheel drive I'm buck huntin' dog runnin' playin' in a mud hole Pumping Johnny Cash, haulin' ass down a back road Love it in the country where my soul is free In God and my family is all I need, sing it This is our song everybody sing it Clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it Stand our ground and we don't back down If you're from a small town and you're never gonna leave it This is our song everybody sing it Clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it Stand our ground and we don't back down And if you don't like it then don't come around This is our song everybody sing it Clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it Stand our ground and we don't back down If you're from a small town and you're never gonna leave it This is our song everybody sing it Clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it Stand our ground and we don't back down And if you don't like it then don't come around

Back When life was simple as that I didn't know I'd miss it so bad When this whole world had way less worries, nobody in a hurry and back To mama's home cookin' and dad Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate, Thinking 'bout those days just Wish I was Back When I think about how it used to be, Lord it was so simple then Dirt-bike and a fishin' pole at a fishin' hole with all my friends Nothin' better than a BB gun in my backyard just huntin' squirrels Took a ring from my mama's drawer and gave it to this little girl Her mama called mine and then my daddy had to have a talk I remember like yesterday what he said when we took that walk "Son don't you ever tell no lie, even if the truth burns" Everyday my mind goes back to all those lessons learned And I wanna go Back When life was simple as that I didn't know I'd miss it so bad When this whole world had way less worries, nobody in a hurry and back To mama's home cookin' and dad Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate, Thinking 'bout those days just Wish I was Back I remember that Texaco that Mr. Logan used to own They turned in something else and Mr. Logan's long gone My best friend David, he grew up ridin' in that wheelchair Thought I'd give a million bucks if that old boy was still here Ain't it funny how time goes by and memories seem to fade away They built a parking lot on the baseball field we used to play That skating ring is closed down, but now I see us back again I remember those all night skates, very first dates and my old friend Back When life was simple as that I didn't know I'd miss it so bad When this whole world had way less worries, nobody in a hurry and back To mama's home cookin' and dad Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate, Thinking 'bout those days just Wish I was Back My dad's gettin' older now but son he's still as tough as ever Him and my little boy are best friends now, wish it could last forever My mama is still the one I talk to when I need advice She never ever let me down God what will I do when she's not around Back When life was simple as that I didn't know I'd miss it so bad When this whole world had way less worries, nobody in a hurry and back To mama's home cookin' and dad Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate, Thinking 'bout those days just Wish I was Back

(Bubba Sparxxx) Here it comes again (Timbaland) Come on, come on (Bubba Sparxxx) Here it comes again (Timbaland) Come on, come on (Bubba Sparxxx) Don't I look extra slick in this Nautica? Just think, it was you that she bought it for Now you lookin through receipts tryin to audit her? Man that shit ain't really happen, I thought it up, call her up Cuss that little groupie out anyhow (uhh) I coulda done it shit I'm fuckin with Timmy now (uhh) If I had her it just woulda been in and out (uhh) Back in that Escalade, we spinnin out, women shout Bubba brought some shit and we noticed it Got them hoes stuck listenin motionless Please don't think of me as a chauvinist But I am on fire and I'm knowin this, blowin this Whole landscape to fragments And yeah you heard right I'm in Athens Can't hardly keep up with these fashions That's why forever Ralph Lauren's my passion, ask him (Bubba Sparxxx) Just gimme a minute (gimme a minute) I betcha everything'll turn out lovely (lovely) Just gimme a minute (gimme a minute) I'ma be a-ight just trust me (trust me) (Bubba Sparxxx) Fuck weak cash, I get mine on the slow roll Beat Club eleven thou' is the logo I ain't too far removed from the hobos Tryin to help 'em so I gotta get more dough, oh no! Bubba K done got in the zone boy That's Timmy's Bentley dawg get your own toy And as far as ladies go J lockin that Now that that's clear, where the vodka at? Bring it back I'll be takin drunkard to Stonewall Tell Jed hold my phone calls He say he wanna run but he gon' crawl You heard "Get Right" I done told y'all, don't stall Let's keep this thang movin okay bud? {Man Bubba ain't snappy} Now say what? I can see why they gon' hate us Cause we all up in they grill like breakers (Bubba Sparxxx) Just gimme a minute (gimme a minute) I betcha everything'll turn out lovely (lovely) Just gimme a minute (gimme a minute) I'ma be a-ight just trust me (trust me) (Bubba Sparxxx) Boy you ain't blowin nuttin but hot air All on the charts, how you got there? Then again, ain't no secret it's not fair But Bubba got 'em single the top scared, stop there Met this little Betty through Demon Jones And she love to slurp it up 'til the semen's gone She must like the taste, she won't leave me 'lone That might sound sick but to each your own, freak it on All types of kinky lil' fetishes All stimulants and all sedatives Got interracial sense but I'm devilish And Betty when I aim I never miss, tell 'em this Bubba don't run with no lame ducks Think he got a big dick but he can't fuck That's why when you call us you hang up And I just shot a load on that same slut (Bubba Sparxxx) Just gimme a minute (gimme a minute) I betcha everything'll turn out lovely (lovely) Just gimme a minute (gimme a minute) I'ma be a-ight just trust me (trust me) (Timbaland) Gimme a minute. gimme a minute. gimme a minute. trust me Gimme a minute. gimme a minute. lovely Gimme a minute. gimme a minute. I'm in this