Country Life Lyrics by South Park Mexican

Country Life Lyrics

    (esg)

    Just cuz we live in the country
    Doesn't mean that we slow

    Chorus (esg):

    Country life
    Southern strife
    What gives you the damn right?
    To come pointin' fingers down at me?
    My life is so slow

    First verse (esg):

    I live that c-o
    The u-n
    The t to the r to the y
    The e to the s to the g be screamin' southside til' i die
    See i ride, with carlos, or should i say the s-p-m?
    A six three, high, two d's, i almost cracked my damned rims
    I swang and bang, i do my thang
    Mary jane be in my brain
    Codeine in the cup, got twenty's in the truck
    Hol up! country life, we got horses and chickens
    But our chickens transform into ounces in the kitchen
    I ain't snitchin', i'm spittin' on what we do in southern life
    Candy cars, ghetto stars, be sippin' ball all night
    Two dice, swangin' and bangin' and doin' my thang all night
    I paid the price, to have my teeth filled with ice
    Look twice you might get blinded by the way my diamonds glisten
    E-s-g's who i be, boy i'm country like chitlins
    And cornbread, i'm gone fed, kenny red ain't no joke
    A last resort like papa roach
    Pass the sweet and let's smoke
    Cuz uh...

    Chorus (2x)

    Second verse (esg):

    Got to keep on truckin' baby to the end, cuz we got to make it through
    You see i know these k-k-k's, they on my trail, they searched my room
    Country life ain't all what it seems
    And, some of y'all think it's a muthafuckin' dream
    But i got many problems on my mind
    My weed tolerance is down and i can't get high
    Besides that, it's hot as hell outside
    The temperature keeps on risin'
    And i ain't got a/c in my ride
    I don't abide
    I ain't the one, i ain't the dumb,
    Country man that you really think i am
    Country life

    Chorus (2x)

    Third verse (spm):

    I'm the country bumpkin, comin' out the south-uh
    Rascal like spanky and beesh is alfalfa
    Pull it up out'cha, ki's in my couch-uh
    Eight in my fam, i don't give a damn about'cha
    Yowza, yowza i sleep with the cows-uh
    Rattlesnakes and crickets in my overall trowsers
    Got my own stable, own record label
    Sittin' on the table, eatin' steak and potatoes
    Sippin' on syrup, pickin' your girl up
    Take her to my trailer and she make my toes curl up
    Silence them boys when they see my toys
    My dooley, on twenty-two inch chrome alloys
    Got a bourbon that i stretched to fit twenty-four people
    Call me chico with security that look like deebo
    I used to hang in clubs sellin' tapes in the restrooms
    Now i float in the boat with six bedrooms

    Chorus (2x)

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