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Redneck Souljers

Firewater

 

Firewater

(专辑: Firewater - 2015)


[Fatt Tarr:]
Kentucky bound, gallon of that moonshine
Fuck 'em to the 5-0 I'm from a long line
Of country boys that do this shit in their spare time
You can read the pedigree and DNA my bloodline
Jamming Willie Nelson 'bout to get my smoke on
You don't want me stressing, me and Hubb are smoked on
'Bout to hit that thump keg, waltz and nearly break my leg
Break the freaking walls down, open bottles, tap the kegs
Man, we 'bout go (Go) wild in this thang
Hauling like the freaking Cherokee and Meros from the grave
Rain dancing, pedal mashing, you can't get this out my system
Hit you with a case boo, split your ass right down the middle
(I'll tell 'em) I'll split your ass right down the middle
Told 'em, we play Texas Hold 'em, fold 'em
In it to, our cousin told 'em, Poe said he ain't kin to you
Bobbleton is Winton, got that 'shine and a fish or two
Honkey man up out the brothel tryna get a bitch or two

Tennessee legends (Yeah we are) cookin 'shine (What we doin')
In the moon, got the firewater brewing (Shine)
Spring water cooling (Yeah) liquor moving (Boes)
Crank that fire I'ma show you how we do it
Got that corn mash pouring, drag it out the forest
Pedal to the floor 'cause them boys say there be more tin
Batch to a bottle make an ugly women gorgeous
So much 'shine 'bout to make our ass a fortune

[C-Hubb:]
Hubb in this motherfucker drunk as hell, plum lit
And I brung a bag of goodies with a skunky smell, 'sum bitch
You see the GMC outside? Man I'm feeling fine, my whip
All the tillers are tilling you know the women are willing
To meet a country boe baby, I'm here, get it
Cabin in the woods I'm in it
Tree stand in the backyard, I'm in it
Southern like my drawl that's the way I'm living
Never seen a moonshine still this busy
Got the mash on cook mode, never been a crook tho
Trynna get my cash up stacked 'til I hit the roof
Said a country hick will ever rap for shit
But here I am in a straw hat spitting the truth, like damn (Woo)
Headlights, hit the 4-lane
Burning rubber like it's soaked in propane
Our notoriety grow like Rogain
Pass opponents, like the shit's my forte
Ain't slowing down for one minute
I'll paint a picture so vivid with the shit I sang in these lyrics (Yeah)
My boes back at the hideaway, got the liquor still a dripping (Yeah)
If you sneak up on 'em your ass a goner, you gonna come up missing (Yeah)
Done told ya son, get off my land, better not catch you slipping (Yeah)
And you'd probably lose your mind if you see my girl skinny dipping (Hell yeah)

[Outlaw:]
(Yellllloooww)
O-U-T L-A-W, Kentucky's where I be, yeah
Got a jar of firewater, drop you to your knees fast
Packing dips and grab her tits and kicking off the trees man
Camo paint up on my face, can't see me in my tree stand
I'm a big at slinging arrows, filling up some whiskey barrels
Got a 'shine empire, run it like a Force Feral
Y'all know we some country fellas, all my boes be hollering yellow
Come and... fuck... damn, the shine is mellow
Coming through the woods with my dog Banjo
Running up to Tennessee to see my boes
Tar's in the keg, callused toes
C-Hubb with a crick pick, picking his nose
'Bout to make a run, drinking homemade wine
Boys from the mountain with some dang good 'shine
So we filled up the jars and we dealed in the cars
Drove off and we left a cloud of dust behind

Yeah, we took the 'shine and we drove it to the mountain
Firewater brewing it was flowing like a fountain
ATF was looking, they was hating, we was doubting
That they would come around and here the thump keg pounding

[Fatt Tarr:]
Tennessee legends (Yeah we are) cookin 'shine (What we doin')
In the moon, got the firewater brewing (Shine)
Spring water cooling (Yeah) liquor moving (Boes)
Crank that fire I'ma show you how we do it
Got that corn mash pouring, drag it out the forest
Pedal to the floor 'cause them boys say there be more tin
Batch to a bottle make an ugly women gorgeous
So much 'shine 'bout to make our ass a fortune (Fortune, fortune, fortune)
(Fortune, fortune, fortune)
So much 'shine 'bout to make our ass a fortune (Fortune, fortune, fortune)

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