... Its an everyday traffic jam To a grumpy old boss man Overworked and underpaid And them deadlines are killing you these days Baby, i know exactly what you need So come on home to me Baby slip off them high heels, business suits Slide into them wore out blue jeans and cowboy boots Scoot right on over, next to me Its looking like a backroad, tailgate, and shade tree This is something i could really get used to Cause country sure looks good on you Its always the same four walls And non stop phone calls Third cup of coffee Instead of front porch sweet iced tea Girl, its a rat race you cant win Lets slow things down again Baby slip off them high heels, business suits Slide into them wore out blue jeans and cowboy boots Scoot right on over, next to me Its looking like a backroad, tailgate, and shade tree This is something i could really get used to Cause country sure looks good on you Baby slip off them high heels, business suits Slide into them wore out blue jeans and cowboy boots Scoot right on over, next to me Its looking like a backroad, tailgate, and shade tree This is something i could really get used to Cause country sure looks good on you Ya, country sure looks good on yo Sure looks good on you.

I can see a lot of life in you I can see a lot of bright in you And I think the dress looks nice on you I can see a lot of life in you I can see a bed and make it too I can see a fireside turn blue And I can see the lot of life in you Yes, I can see a lot of life in you When the world looks back When the face looks after that I can see a lot of life in you Yes, I can see a lot of life in you I can see a lot of life in you I can see your bed and make it too And I think the dress looks nice on you Yes, I can see a lot of life in you I can see a lot of life in you Yes, I can see a lot of life in you

I know the rules of a break-up Delete your number and ruin your name Baby, we can make a mess and make up Lie about it if I stay at your place We could both be angry Hate you and you hate me We can play that game And stay the same But what if we don't have to choose? What if no one has to lose? I hope you meet somebody who Loves you like I couldn't do 'Cause baby, you and me were never right But we ain't gotta be on different sides So, what if we just told the truth? Yeah, goodbye looks good on you And it looks good on me too Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo We ain't gotta make a heartbreak harder You ain't gotta make your mama hate me I ain't gotta be a midtown martyr I don't need a new girl to save me We can still have the same friends (the same friends) We can sit at the same bar (yeah, at the same bar) I just want you happy and hope you are But what if we don't have to choose? What if no one has to lose? I hope you meet somebody who Loves you like I couldn't do 'Cause baby, you and me were never right But we ain't gotta be on different sides So, what if we just told the truth? Yeah, goodbye looks good on you And it looks good on me too Yeah-yeah (Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo) Oh, whoa (Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo) Goodbye Goodbye We could both be angry (angry) Hate you, and you hate me (oh, don't hate me) We can play that game But not today But what if we don't have to choose? What if no one has to lose? I hope you meet somebody who Loves you like I couldn't do 'Cause baby, you and me were never right (oh, right) But we ain't gotta be on different sides (be on different sides) So, what if we just told the truth? (Our truth) Yeah, goodbye looks good on you And it looks good on me too Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo And it looks good on me too Ooh-hoo, ooh-hoo And it looks good on me too

Miami Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Half step pussy ass nigga Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one with me I got my big gun wit' me, don't feel like doofin', I feel like shootin' fool And I don't like your attitude You do shit that dem hoes on a rag'll do Ol' faggot, you better watch your mouth Fo' I be in front yo' house, when yo' ass come out Ol' bitch ass, hold another nigga dick ass, bitch ass, nigga Keep lookin' at a nigga like you gonna tell somethin' I'll fuck around and kill ya Get on your mark, get set, you ready, yo If this shit get silly, I'm lettin' it go First scrito in the front seat You ever come my way, it's gon' be gun play Hey, I ride wit' a AK, get high and spit five out the AK Okay, let a nigga play and watch T-Double-D knock ya ass of the free seat All my Dade County Chevy boys, who drive candy toys and tolt guns galore And treat the Hummer like a Tonka toy Got shit you niggas ain't seen before Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Ying Yang and the T-Double-D We, in this motherfucker, crunk in this motherfucker And our nigga wit' a Miami boy And I still like to play wit' my Tonka toy I'm a Toys R Us kid, yes I is You can't be serious, yes I is You think I'm playin' then ask my brother You still don't believe me then ask my mother Because I love my gun, I play with my gun Have fun with my gun, have sex with my gun And I don't put a motherfucker out for fun 'Cause I ain't finna get ya ass tryin' to run I'ma bust one time, bust two times And the third time, yo' ass is mine Go down for the count, "He can't get up!" Damn, he fell and he can't get up Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your road Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) You a soft (mo'fucker), kind of gay (mo'fucker) If you mad 'cause you like you never had (mo'fucker) Fuck yo' (ass mo'fucker), that's the past (mo'fucker) And I know the fact make ya mad (mo'fucker) It is, what I thought nigga think it ain't For real, you lame and we off the chain And the T-Double-D, we bolo Fuck hoes, niggas ride by my Dolo Get the keys to my car and I jump in Hit the Liquor store, buy my Cigars and 'gen Get drunk and I'm off in the wind Lookin' for a itty-bitty pretty that could hold a sin We smokin' and ridin' Don't tell nobody, be quiet Might cut it lil' butt it Can't let this shit get done Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your road Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!) Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Oh my God, from the south to the bottom Trick Daddy Dollaz, Ying Yang Twins, beatin' ass Collipark Music Incorporated This that next level right here, it's that crunk party All these nigga doin' crunk music, we crunk party nigga Be original with it Hey man, who really run the south?