Escucha Redneck (Remix) [feat. Big Chuk, Demun Jones, Bottleneck, Boondock Kings & D. Thrash] de Mic Manik.

Redneck (Remix) [feat. Big Chuk, Demun Jones, Bottleneck, Boondock Kings & D. Thrash]

Mic Manik

Hip-Hop/Rap

Apple Music Note

reproducir canción completa

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

Letra

Damnit fool (Damnit fool, damnit fool)

How's your momma and them? Big Chuk

Born and raised in them hills, been killin' since I was little

Made it through the hard times no time for sentimental

Nothin' ever come easy, if it did, it didn't please me

Out-of-towners got real greedy and think fat men ain't greasy

Well respected in my town, put it down when its game time

Hand on the dirt front page at the same time

Stared down the barrel, made others do the same

And I drank brown liquor just to ease my pain

I'm a redneck baby overalls and some muck boots

All up out my door I'm just actin' like a buck do

Spit like I got a buck tooth, truck too juiced up

Get beside me I dust you, nah, I don't trust you

Unless you from these parts where you don't survive unless you got a lot of heart

Hillbilly hustler I live by the code, outlaw reputation to uphold

Now it's easy to tell them boys country as hell

My beard stay on bush and I don't brush no hair

On 75 south exit 185 take a left

Cross the river Buddy, and come inside

Jones County is the place, Demun Jones is your host

And I'm known to swipe shows from bozos coast to coast

Redneck or not, hillbilly and rock

Turnin' the stages to BBQ in the beat the Boondock stops

I'm Carhartt straw-hat pine cone pie

I can fix it with a pocket knife, brick layers don't lie

Give me a roll of string, tri-level and bull

An old pickup truck, I take these rookies to school

Now that's four buckets of sand, one bucket of water

Throw it in the mixer on top of a bag of mortar

Spin for five minutes in the wheel barrel, done

Put it on the mortar board now that's mud (Mud)

Redneck, want some get some

Redneck, really want the job done

Redneck, good in my bones

And the twang of my tone in every word of my song

Oh hell yeah I got some red on my neck

And you can bet good whiskey I'm as real as it's gets

I got a big red truck fly a big old flag

And the Redneck Nation, they got my back

I kill a couple bucks, I cook my own shine

You know we wear grey all down my bloodline

I'm a legend in the woods that's where I stay

I got a "keep off" sign hangin' on my gate

I got a .22 rifle behind my hog pens

And yeah I still spit without my dip in

Got some blood on my boots from a kill last year

And a good bone knife from the horns of that deer

I'm a backwood baller, been known to waller

You can find me in the pines gettin' turnt in the holler

I'm a redneck son, it's my way of life

I'm livin' good in the country and yeah I live right

Redneck, not what you thought though

Hip hop raised me I'm a 518 all pro

Stall ho, 'fore you flap your trap do some research

BoonDock Kings shamrocks on the t-shirt

Feet first shine got your boy walkin' sideways

Chilling with the bear cleanin' deer up in the driveway

I stay laced up hip hop redneck

Country strong stay strong Danny O comin' next

GA my home state where them dogs play

Yeah it's red clay no cliché

No plate I second what Troy say

City folks like "really what did he say"

Fact is they done let me in

Poor wild redneck gettin drunk with my kin

That can write a little bit with a pad and a pen

So turn the beat up cousin let the party begin, ahh

Redneck, want some get some

Redneck, really want the job done

Redneck, good in my bones

And the twang of my tone in every word of my song

D-Thrash, sippin' on a blue flame burnin', beverage

Got me trippin' looking at the sky, heavens

Rednecks livin' in the woods is a blessin'

But some of these rappin' rednecks need lessons

It ain't for everybody, you gotta love it

Love it so much you can't keep from thinkin' of it

Love it like the girl in your life

And love it like a jacked up truck when it's runnin' just right

Love it like the brand new tires

That just rolled up in a big brown truck

You gotta love it like we love mud

And some love to smoke bud and drink Bud (I do, whaat)

It's a lifestyle that we all livin'

Made for the country and the city is a prison

Respect is earned around here but ain't given

Livin' off the grid is my lifelong mission (Gone fishin')

Hick hop spit fans hooked to this stink bait

Taught lines cat fishin' in my think tank

Mustard on my 'taters and bust 'em up like sling blade

They mostly washed up and they suckin' like a sink drain

Whether a flat bottom or a pontoon boat

I'ma get where I'm goin' y'all sink while I float

Homie it's no baloney believe me it's no joke

No matter the cold weather I start up with no choke

Get a buck a hundred plus open sights and no scope

Thinkin' they can hold me but trust me there's no hope

The phonies is no go, your rollers a slow boat

And my flow is just so dope and dirty it's no soap

I'm a lone star go hard step up or go home

I stay aimed at the stars 'cause the bars are so dope

Mud bog monster covered in old does

We slammin' like closed doors don't ask me 'cause Bo knows

Written by: Big Chuk, Bottleneck, D. Thrash, Danny O'Moore, Demun Jones, Kuntry Strong, Mic Manik

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