know about them country fried sessions? Does that Likwit hit in '97, answer all yo' questions? Kentucky's on the map now Who you think done gave directions? From the top and back down, we rep the country
what it is, Bubba Sparx, Jamelia Me and my folks, it's some truly new southern copenhaniacs Get your head together, it's on bitch, it's on bitch All day
put it together den we jumped up in the game Then Big Momma told me boy you gon' be a star But I never thought I'd make it from the hood and go so far
little sister married a banker Yeah, he owns a country club He bought her a big ol' racing horse And a funky looking little dog He buys her big rings
strife and all the rumors of war, me seh the people choose it here When the youth dem a go murder one another, them put them hands together in a prayer
Oh bitch I'm country as cowboy boots High debut beating boy band groups Nigga let me know what the fuck y'all want do Either keep up or you can't, can
of death. * Those of us who stand out against the status quo Do so against all odds. We cling so closely together Because we have little other than
legalised crime being hit by my partner and the enemy at the same time so try to clarify the situation I am in all the rappers all over the nation stick together
Smith] A man can be bold! It all can be sold! [Ratcliffe and English Settlers together] [Ratcliffe] And the gold Is ... Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine! [English Settlers] So go
in the news From all I've seen of politics It?s just a greasy big money stick Geared to run on tongues so slick To make you think this is all there
guitars and followed babe Stovall around We met some Cajun girls who had just drove into town They said that they were headed for the coast, We all said let's all go
down south nigga so fuck y'all niggaz I'm a west coast nigga so fuck y'all niggaz I'm a east coast nigga so fuck y'all niggaz I'm a Midwest nigga so fuck
things, and now what's going on, it's like all noise and . . . I don't know, it doesn't . . . wherever you go nowadays it's the same thing, all these
gay, don't wanna play my shit up north But that's okay, jealousy can go a long way And what goes around comes around in the a-town [big gipp] Have
Tackled and shackled our ancestors But we beat him with freedom, so let's bless the Country that we all came from Because the moral of it all is we shall
that we're together, all alone. I'll tell the man to turn the juke box way down low, And you can tell your friend there with you he'll have to go. Whisper
the ground Pump, pump, pump, second copper go down Me jump out the window, tryin' not to make a sound Me run to the car, gunfire all around I start