Lyrics

Coolin on that southern side- Country boys down to ride- Cruisin but i love to fly- Cup filled up and the jane on fire- Ain no love for the otherside- And ain no way im ah let this die- Southern pride- We was raised in the country- We was made in the country- Got payed in the country- Everyday in the country- Ain no love for the otherside and ain noway im ah let this die- Southern pride- We from the woods of the Georgia all my people really real- Home of the southern sons and Daughters yall gone feel me deep in here- No room for the haters and the Cowards yall gone get this piece of steel- I represent it everyday on every hour The south all in me the people cheer- And its alright- Up with this whisky like all night- Boss of the sticks what i walk like- Cool like a breeze on a fall night- Im tryna give ya what yall like- Down in the country bibb county we Bumpin our timing is come and the sound right- Rhyming and running we bounding for Something the grind is my court and i ball tight- I put my gun on the sticks got my heart In this shit southern pride till i end- They just might run in the mix so dont Start it in here we gone ride till the end- I put my gun on the sticks got my heart In this shit southern pride till i end,yea- (Got payed in the country-) Yea- (Everyday in the country-) Coolin on that southern side- Country boys down to ride- Cruisin but i love to fly- Cup filled up and the jane on fire- Ain no love for the otherside- And ain no way im ah let this die- Southern pride- We was raised in the country- We was made in the country- Got payed in the country- Everyday in the country- Ain no love for the otherside and ain noway im ah let this die- Southern pride- I was in the country Wid the snakes and the rats Layed back in the Chevy Wid the woofers in the back Had the strap on the seat  infrared was attached White boy beating the block down South side Mac Twiggs county Jones county Possum hollow Where ya at Ricky lee what it do We was on it like that Southern pride to the bone I was raised like that Keep it Country til I'm gone And it gone stay like that Huh Gone head I'm getting A lot of corn bread I'm stoned yeah Reefer in my bong hell Back woods jager Double foam yeah My cup runnin over But I'm gone hell I'm so damn south I need a thrown here We gone get it on here Them boys making noise Shit I don't hear We don't lip about it Talking make me tone death Only we roam with the strong You tred on my fam and it's on I ride for the pride in my bones I'm southern grown And you can tell that I'm south From my tone Take another drag from the bong And I can't say nothing bad bout my home Cause this where I roam Got raised in the country Everyday in the country Coolin on that southern side- Country boys down to ride- Cruisin but i love to fly- Cup filled up and the jane on fire- Ain no love for the otherside- And ain no way im ah let this die- Southern pride- We was raised in the country- We was made in the country- Got payed in the country- Everyday in the country- Ain no love for the otherside and ain noway im ah let this die- Southern pride.
Writer(s): Joseph Bedgood, Mac Whittinghill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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