Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Lacs
Performer
Doug Kees
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brian King
Composer
Bailey Scott
Composer
Clay Sharpe
Composer
Jared Sciullo
Composer
Justin Spillner
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jared Sciullo
Producer
Billy Decker
Mixing Engineer
DJ KO
Producer
Noah Gordon
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Put the gas hole in make em all get big
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Put the gas hole in make em all get big
[Verse 2]
Cups in the sky every time I ride by
All the girls wanna ride
Gone ahead and climb inside
Black cloud rolling cold
Tearing up them dirty roads
Yeah I keep a dirty girl
But lord ain't she pretty though?
Cup blind seats and gun racks and all that
Fifty-four inch metals and the rims is all black
And them doggies in the back
With them black tall stacks
If I ain't a redneck then what do you call that?
[Verse 3]
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Put the gas hole in make em all get big
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Put the gas hole in make em all get big
[Verse 4]
Fire it up, hot box
Snoop Dog this parking lot
So hard, supercharge
Them old folks gon' call the cops
Wear it out, raise hell
Them good old boys say hell yeah
Cool with my rednecks
But I don't drive no fuel flex
Rolling cold n blowing smoke and duramax n power stroke
Buddy wanna ride that freight train
But you can't this my show
The view is gonna get you girl
Leave but you can't now
She came round, got lost up in the black cloud
[Verse 5]
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Put the gas hole in make em all get big
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Put the gas hole in make em all get big
[Verse 6]
Big chrome tips comin out the side
Let 'em fire when I'm at the red light
Big cups, bad broads, say damn
Chilling with your windows down
Blowing in your sedan
I got a truck jacked up
I call it black berry smoke
And the wood on the console is white cherry oak
Twenty broads in the bed but I can carry em though
Bumping David Allen Coe up on my stereo
[Verse 7]
I'm making big black clouds coming from the smoke stack
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Put the gas hole in make em all get big
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack
Put the gas hole in make em all get big
Big black cloud, make em all get big
Get big, get big, get big, get big
Big black cloud, make em all get big
Get big
Written by: Brian King, Clay Sharpe, Jared Sciullo, Justin Spillner
