Country Life

(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