Country to the City - Good Ol' Boyz, JG MadeUmLook, Bubba Sparxxx

From the dirt roads to the city lights

I done my dirt cold chilly life

Before the rooster crows I’m up getting mine

I bring the country to the city, elbows and dimes

Well sum' bitch look what them boys done come with

Then fuck the fame man I’m cool off that dumb shit

Born in the boons the sticks got me this far

You’ve come from the hills you leave with a few scars

I wasn’t stackin' racks, I was stackin' car tires

And mark my land with eight miles of barbed wire

It seems like since we was kids we was hard wired

To drink whiskey and bar fights and start fires

Out in my shop I got somethin' to wrench on

And out in my crop I got somethin' to stench on

Sport a Carhartt bitches got something to clench on

And you can’t tell me nothin' homeboy I’m too head strong

And we was tired of the same shit

All you lame kids so we made our on language

I got a weed degree so fuck Cambridge

Kali Wop let them know who we came with

I’m as country as your gun wrapped in camo

Fucked around and chopped the top up off the Lambo

From the other side but Bubba’s still fam though

No strings attached country as some banjos

I ain’t trippin' I was raised in tough tennis shoes

I’ve been through way to much to ever try to envy you

I’m a country boy the city life is miniscule

Fuck the water grow some weed up in the swimming pool

There’s a party everybody bring your wheel barrel

I ain’t country man you funny Will Ferrell

Fuck your liquor we get moonshine and we fill barrels

White lightin' and I ain’t just hypin'

I keep the greenery don’t fuck with the tumbleweeds

And I surround myself with family 'cause they humble me

Long distance better know I’m not playin' with ya

JG hit 'em with the Winchester

From the dirt roads to the city lights

I done my dirt cold chilly life

Before the rooster crows I’m up getting mine

I bring the country to the city elbows and dimes

Where I come from we hustle hard

For the money not the muscle but the muscle cars

Ride around on 22's just to pull a couple bars

Get out and go and floss on the boulevard

Yeah, city boys is what they call us

Only backwoods that you catch us on is if we’re rollin'

Rollin' sticky green stone cool is what they call us

If you don’t fuck with the crew my nigga then learn something

Fuck the haters say how I stay together

Me and the Good Ol' Boys, Bubba Sparxxx tell me who better

If I get on the track you know that I’ma kill it

'Bout to take a trip to the ville Bubba lets get it

Why they worried 'bout the money I ain’t spendin'

I’m just chillin' with my kinfolk smokin' pokin' these women

They think I’m illen

Hopped on the country rap track and straight killed that

From the dirt roads to the city lights

I done my dirt cold chilly life

Before the rooster crows I’m up getting mine

I bring the country to the city elbows and dime (Hey, hi, hey)

I was country before it was cool to be (Yeah)

That dirt road life ain’t nothin' new to me (Naw)

They forgot about Bub but they soon to be (Damn)

Reminded off what he done and it just begun (Woo)

I’m on the run in Sacramento (Mento)

With the Good Ol' Boyz that’s my kinfolk (You know it)

I had a Pinto then I traded it for (For)

A Ford SUV and I made it explore (Explore)

And you can’t ignore that (No)

Real Tree camouflage on the door mat (You know it)

30−30 in the gun rack (Pop pop)

Mix country and rap I done that (Ahh man)

Way before you ever seen that (Seen)

In your wildest dreams you couldn’t dream that (You)

So tell me where the love at (Where it’s at)

You must have known at some point I would come back

Country boy do it big like a pine tree

On the porch with my folks sippin' sweet tea

Generations in the town man about three

Ain’t no other place in the world I’d rather be

Than with my kinfolk on the good smoke

Barbecue at the pad homie lets go

Yeah you know how we do it here

In the game hoggin' lanes better keep clear

In my pickup truck rollin' with the beat up

Flyin' down a back road better roll the weed up

Full moon cold brew and the fresh air

Cowgirl boots daisy dukes standin' over there

Makin' moves causin' grooves just to get the dough

Got a little now but I need a little mo'

Tip your hat to the game, man, that’s how it go

Like to do our shit big but we ridin' slow

From the dirt roads to the city lights

I done my dirt cold chilly life

Before the rooster crows I’m up getting mine

I bring the country to the city elbows and dimes