Uh, if you know like I know you would get down on the flo' I keep a magnum for they back and I keep a swisha full of dro We can get down for my dime and we can fuck on the low And if you didn't want a pimp then what'cha fuckin' with me fo'? Every lady ain't a hoe and every hoe ain't my bitch It take a real trill nigga to recognize this type of shit Every girl around me legit, I don't fuck around with no punks Ride with me she holdin' a pistol while I'm whippin' and poppin' the trunk We gon' blow a lot of skunk and we gon' make a lot of bread And we ain't never gon' have no problems Long as she hear what the fuck I said Pimpin' ain't dead it just moved to the west side Still like to get my dick sucked under the street lights I'm Tony Snow, I'm out here livin' by the code In love with a lifestyle, not no bitch I'm in that mode I'm lookin at you, you choosin' me my dick head never stop I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm superstar, we headed to the top I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind Well, I'm certified official, authentic and the real McCoy Guaranteed to blow the spot when I'm in it, gotta feel ya boy 100 percent, real Bun B I represent Trill with that gangsterass persona so hard that it can dent Still in the hood 'cause it needs me and the corner it feeds me So I eat all I want, my reputation preceeds me If you grimy or greasy then your best step be easy 'Cause that forty-feezy leave you leakin' fo' sheezy Trigger fingers I squeeze see and the cannons is bust Them bullets blow by you breezy like a midsummer gust It'll put your dick in the dust, when I put one up in your dome You be leakin' out plasma and puss and your mouth'll fill up with foam So you gotta go hard or go home, either be a boy or a man Gotta pay the cost to be the boss or you take a loss understand? Gotta play the hand that you're dealt that's until it's yo' turn to deal Otherwise you get it how you live, I could give a fuck how you feel I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind I'm Pimp C bitch, I'm from the South This scary hoe don't wanna know what it's about 'Cause I stay country true down to the co', dick good like uncut blow In your nose, in your jaws, feel it tighten up, don't stop, don't pause Candy nigga drive candy cars, fuck the D.A., fuck the law I fuck the snow but I love a pro like flat backers I'm a Cadillac'er On parole well I'm a pistol packer, drugs sold, powder jacker Get with me if she a money stacker, bitch around me man I'ma mack her From the land of cheap work and steady licks With pounds of dro' and Impala bricks We grind to eat and eat to live This shit for real, these ain't no tricks With 36 hoes to the ki' And ten kilos grams in the sack And 15 sacks up in the trunk Now that's one point five mill' worth of crack It's Big Dick Cheney, Tony Snow The King Committee is now in session Today's agenda, get that dough 'Cause the clock is tickin', time is pressin' No second guessin', make your mind up Step your grind up and get that pay Gotta sell your ass or a nigga blast If you wanna roll with that UGK I'm stayin' true, I'm out here whippin' my Mercedes Fuckin' with the midnight ladies, the game is cold but it's gravy I'm bangin' Screw, my young girl lookin' fine We stayin' out here on the grind and keepin' money on our mind

I got a city folk friend in a hip-hop world He goes by E. Diddy but his name is Earl Cocks his hat to the side in his Grandma's ride Pumpin' nothin' but bass He says things like, 'Dawg, are you down with that' And, 'Don't that fly girl got some back' And I feel so doggone outta place When he says, 'Holler back when you get back home' I say, 'The only holler back that I know is' In that holler back in the woods Where the country folks got it good Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds 'a get sown It's a blast from the past All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras Let out a howl if 'ya feel like 'ya gotta If you wanna go on back to the holler Holler back Take a left off the Interstate Go ten miles Take a right on Farm Road 99 And just roll 'til the blacktop ends 'Ya see Mary Jo rockin' that front porch swing Bikini top and them cut-off jeans And that's where Hillbilly Heaven begins Ah, she'll pour 'ya some of that cherry wine Boy, you're guaranteed to have yourself One hell of a time In that holler back in the woods Where the country folks got it good Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds 'a get sown It's a blast from the past All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras Let out a howl if 'ya feel like 'ya gotta If you wanna go on back to the holler Holler back In that holler back in the woods Where the country folks got it so good Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds 'a get sown It's a blast from the past All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras Let out a howl if 'ya feel like 'ya gotta If you wanna go on back to the holler Holler back (Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds a get sown Its a blast from the past All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds a get sown) Ooh...)

Got the wide open sky in my eyes Got my feet on solid ground They don't want me to be who I am Here in this place, its my daddy's town Won't you meet me down by the river Won't you meet me down On the blacktop road, where the corn don't grow Don't you think its time, baby, you and I find where it goes It's a long shot ride, but well hold on tight And we'll chase that wind till we make our street of gold Out of blacktop road Girl, I'm a wild horse that's ready to run I know I don't belong behind to fence I want a hill that's as big as my dreams That I can try my heart against Won't you meet me down by the river Won't you meet me down On the blacktop road, where the corn don't grow Don't you think it's time, baby, you and I find where it goes It's a long shot ride, but well hold on tight And we'll chase that wind till we make our street of gold Out of blacktop road Won't you meet me down by the river Won't you meet me down It's a long shot ride but we'll hold on tight And we'll chase that wind till we make our street of gold Out of blacktop road, out of blacktop road

You don't even know what you did do you, baby You never looked back when you left You didn't see me goin' crazy Pickin' up the pieces all by myself What am I gonna do with all this love Now that you don't need it anymore Who am I gonna give it to, it still all belongs to you What am I gonna do with all this love Packed all your things away in boxes Put them under the bed collecting dust I hid all your pictures in the closet Oh, but there's still so much of us What am I gonna do with all this love Now that you don't need it anymore Who am I gonna give it to, it still all belongs to you What am I gonna do with all this love Girl, you know I wish you well but I just wish you could tell me What am I gonna do with all this love Ive looked all around this house I'm still tryin', tryin' to figure out What am I gonna do with all this love Its more than I can deal with, baby More than I can live with, baby What am I gonna do with all this love You left me with way too much, all these memories of us What am I gonna do with all this love

Still Love the smell of mamas house when somethings cookin' on the stove Still hug her neck when its time to go, leavin's always tough Oh, there's some things you don't grow out of I made a name here in this town with my right arm underneath the lights And the trophies take me back to those Friday nights I cant bring myself to box em up, yeah, there's some things you don't grow out of Like Your mamas love your biggest dream that little town you had to leave And all of those sweet memories of growing up wild and free The Sunday morning ringing bells, the preachers words, the way it felt And to this day I get my help from up above, yeah, there's some things you don't grow out of I'm older now and Ive seen some things, learned that life can sure be mean But I try not to let the world rub off on me, I remember where I come from Cause there's some things you don't grow out of Like the lessons learned from the time you spent with your grandpa just you and him The innocence of another time I still go back there in my mind to Sunday morning ringing bells The preachers words, the way it felt and to this day I get my help from up above Yeah, there's some things you don't grow out of Yeah, there's some things you don't grow out of Like Your mamas love your biggest dream that little town you had to leave And all of those sweet memories of growing up wild and free The Sunday morning ringing bells, the preachers words, the way it felt And to this day I get my help from up above, yeah, there's some things you don't grow out of I'm older now and Ive seen some things, learned that life can sure be mean But I try not to let the world rub off on me, I remember where I come from Cause there's some things you don't grow out of

I'm Country, You can tell how I speak, I've lived by the creek. Cotton fields and pickin' tress are my earliest memories. I'm Country, Ain't scared to fight if one comes my way, But I'm tryin' to see if I can be the man momma hoped to raise. Even Momma understands, I'm a country man. Born to be, kickin' it from Texas to Tennessee. Got the same truck since I was eighteen, Gonna drive it til the wheels fall off. I'm country that's what I said, Early to rise and late to bed. When I come home, I ain't alone. I rock it til the rooster crows. Baby you ought to know, I'm a country man. I'm reckless, I like shrimp and grits, and crazy chicks. I cant help but lick my lips, When she makes each grit with the flip of the wrist. I'm hungry, What I deserve is coming my way. I ain't to proud to work all day, Come home late for a roll in the hay. I'm holding the world in my hands. I'm a country man, Born to be, kickin' it from Texas to Tennessee. Got the same truck since I was eighteen, Gonna drive it til the wheels fall off. I'm country thats what I said, Early to rise and late to bed. When I come home, I ain't alone. I rock it til the rooster crows. Baby you ought to know, I'm a country man. I'm country that's what I said, Early to rise and late to bed. When I come home, I ain"t alone. I rock it til the rooster crows. Baby you ought to know, I'm a country man.