My t-shirt says 'The Devil Went Down To Georgia Like Charlie Daniels' Back in the crib, I'm watching Reba I hear the helicopters, police bust the door down
't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin' Well, I'm three weeks late on my credit card payment The lady on the phone said she wants to make arrangements "Put a little down
s sho' nuff bendin' [Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy] Well, I'm three weeks late on my credit card payment The lady on the phone said she wants to make arrangements "Put a little down
ace boon coon We used to low ride together Shot dice in the bathroom You want trouble Well trouble you found 'Cause we diss ya, then issue The critical beat down
, went for the strap Dumped off Don't forget, grab the blow then jet Three shots in your face Grabbed the sutcase Before that ho hit the door she
didn't like how this shit was goin' down Wrong night, wrong time, wrong fuckin' part of town Ya see we was deep in the Hoover's hood Three niggas bleedin
(x7) (verse three) Yo D.,what's up?,suckers is popping lip Grab the H-K and the dum-dum clip and spread out I'm putting punk's heads out Doors is shut
girl's pleasure Left a pound and a half of that shit still in the dresser I slapped a clip in my nine, threw a clip in my sock Hit three grand up off
north made me kill my friend They told me, "This ain't no game, kid, you're in it You're down with the Syndicate but never admit it" Muthafucka, now you're down
car lookin fly, what about the driver? when the door lift up and it lay back down when it push back start and it hit one mile when the bar shut down
round three when it goes down you ain't gotta say a word, zip it up ill zip you down quarter past one, bout to take her to the hide
hit four times but it hit yo spine Paralyzed waist down and ya wheelchair bound Never mind that now you lucky to be alive Just thinkin' it all started fussin' wit three
out, I be sharper then a stick of wood I wish somebody would, I make somebody bleed I cut somebody like three dollars worth of Limburg cheese I lay somebody down
can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You can pull all the cards But I won't back down, oh, no I won't back down
boys So everybody be mellow Somebody might drop their Horn and things like that But don't worry about that I gotta say it three times Can I get three fellows? Three
bottom of the deck, shot the gambler down Shot the gambler down, shot the gambler down Now I'm down in prison, got a number for my name The warden slammed the door
Cause if summer is here, I'm still waiting there; Winter is here, And I'm still waiting there. --- /Guitar solo/ --- Like I said: It's been three years since I'm knockin' on your door