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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Family Force 5
Family Force 5
Vocals
Jacob Olds
Jacob Olds
Vocals
Joshua Olds
Joshua Olds
Vocals
Phatty
Phatty
Bass
Nadaddy
Nadaddy
DJ
Soul Glow Activatur
Soul Glow Activatur
Synthesizer
Joe Baldridge
Joe Baldridge
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jacob Olds
Jacob Olds
Songwriter
Joshua Olds
Joshua Olds
Songwriter
Solomon Olds
Solomon Olds
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Solomon Olds
Solomon Olds
Producer
Joe Costa
Joe Costa
Additional Engineer
Nathan Watkins
Nathan Watkins
Editing Engineer
Leon Zervos
Leon Zervos
Mastering Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Joe Baldridge
Joe Baldridge
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I come from the land where the mullet attacks Business up front Party in the back You gotta style in the south when you're stepping out Put a gold tooth in you're mouth Look at you now Tank top, you're ball-cap, you think you're all that But you're looking like Scott Stapp You're just another redneck from back in the woods Not a country Gentleman that can bring the goods, Tayoooo My mama raised me in the dirty south A Country Gentleman So you best watch you're mouth My mama raised me in the dirty south A Country Gentleman That's what it's all about IROC-Z, got an eagle on it Rolling on some 12's Don't you know I'm gonna flaunt it Am I driving too fast for you now? Backfire The muffler goes ka-plow Now that I got you're attention Just let me mention that I'm pinchin' pennies To buy some 20's Cause I got plenties and many's of monie's just to give to my friends And that would certify me as a Country Gentleman! Mama, what you got cookin' up in that kitchen? Cookin' fried chicken? Cause you know I love that soul food Everything you cook is so good For a southern man like me You got to cook it up clean, cook it up mean Mama don't like it when you got leftovers Give me some of them collard greens Got me some grub and I got to go Down to the Grocery store Tailgate party at the Pig Wig Jumpin' up and down in the back of a truck bed Look at that kid tryin' to act all big Tried to break-dance and broke his leg He ain't got what I got Let's make it hot in this parking lot My mama raised me in the dirty south A Country Gentleman So you best watch you're mouth My mama raised me in the dirty south A Country Gentleman That's what it's all about The dirty, dirty south The dirty, dirty south The dirty, dirty south Watch what you say around my mamma. She raised me in the dirty south I said, watch what you say around my mamma She raised me in the dirty south. Watch what you say around my mamma. She raised me in the dirty south I said, watch what you say around my mamma She raised me in the dirty south. My mama raised me in the dirty south A Country Gentleman So you best watch you're mouth My mama raised me in the dirty south A Country Gentleman That's what it's all about My mama raised me in the dirty south A Country Gentleman So you best watch you're mouth My mama raised me in the dirty south A Country Gentleman That's what it's all about
Writer(s): Joshua Olds, Jacob Olds, Solomon Jerome Olds Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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