(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)
