Outback (Extended Remix) [feat. Durwood Black, Redneck Souljers, Bubba Sparxxx, Demun Jones, The Lacs, D. Thrash, Moccasin Creek & Lenny Cooper]

Everything we do, we do it outback Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack Everywhere we go, we go to the back Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch Back under the moon with the tailgate back In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at? Fat Tarr on the track and we tiltin' back We off behind the XCD and drinkin' beer with the lacs We up in Nashville, you better tell the haters relax So we can get a little wild, crack a bottle of Jack But I ain't 'bout that, I just wanna kick it with the women Blow a little smoke and if they like it they gon' win it Tiller Gang up in this thang, they want it, come and get it We out here makin' friends, we still livin' independent Like the declaration that we live by It's a celebration, let the flag fly Bring your kids, even your momma And then he'll be rubbing the ribs Tell him to smoke it or swim, float in the river with friends At it again, somebody give me the gin Callie and Tennessee gettin' it in Drinkin' neat in hell until we drinkin' for the sale, man So we'll be chilling where the cows at If that's a problem for you, we can take it outback Everything we do, we do it outback Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack Everywhere we go, we go to the back Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch Back under the moon with the tailgate back In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at? Bubba K's back, in here to be exact Gotta bet it with some back, goddamn badass she can act And we know I bag a few but I ain't really keepin' track Now her man's back and I'll be easin' back Yessir, he can have her I was briefly called up in the rap, sure Now I'm back in a sort of zen mindframe Funny thing how it happened when the time came I was in the back drinking with the bandits And the Georgia boys, just how I planned it Then she walked in, then she walked back out Then she walked back in, look at that, wow I couldn't back down so I stood tall Tried to play it cool, you think I could? No And just as we was headed back to the house Back walking in yeah, there comes the spouse, I'm out Everything we do, we do it outback Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack Everywhere we go, we go to the back Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch Back under the moon with the tailgate back In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at? Outback where the force is thick There's a circle in the middle of a field where a bonfire's lit Cup full of 'shine, Copenhagen on my lip Now I'm dippin' sideways, probably wake up in a ditch So crank that music into the night And crack that beer, and raise it high Stacked little blonde want a midnight ride Take her back to the country for a real good time Everything we do, we do it outback Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack Everywhere we go, we go to the back Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch Back under the moon with the tailgate back In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at? Got me steppin' in manure every time I speak shit Like cash in the photo, with the bird getting flipped Came from the bottom, so they labelled me a catfish Worldwide, better grab you an atlas Bonfire led like, really let's smoke Rack full of ribs and a smoke-up full of oak Blackberry brandy outback in the dug Blind black lab running like a hound in his bloodline Came from outback but I'm back in the lead Back like a rack full of fat double E's Back with a barrell, on a rack let me squeeze Back on the trigger, hit her right between the knees Back with the toe strap, I pull 'em real heavy Ladies gettin' dirty outback on the Chevy Dive bar beauty queens, Bubba call 'em Betty's Pedal to the metal, baby girl, I'm ready I said takes what it takes, and better call me back He said we all country, and I said yeah that's fact We're nice rebels on the run, time you better pack We 'bout to hit the road, rock shows, and make a stack I folded up my clothes, loaded up my click-clack Grabbed a can of beer, commander thrown it all in the sack I caught a flight in A-town, landed down the sack The bus pulled up, it was big and it was black That Detroit diesel was roaring like a Mac hat Hung around the bottom, it was shiny like a plaque I climbed on up, sat down to relax But I heard a lot of ruckus, it was coming from the back Everything we do, we do it outback Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack Everywhere we go, we go to the back Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch Back under the moon with the tailgate back In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at? Down by the burn pile, hand out, me and my honey We could run a game of shoe, we could lose a little money Might talk a little smack after sippin' that Jack Why don't you Jag that, thrill us on par round back? Get loose like you do it up in Cali' Ooh shine so smooth like you cruisin' in the caddy Then we rode ourselves a fatty with a round of the shed I had to back up, bonfire, it was bustin' my head See you're back in the mac, I'm in the back with the lads Get all these back to the sacks, know how them hagglers act See I party in the ditch with Bacardi on my breath Looked like an Audi to myself, about the shawty on my left Yeah, we still outback, kiss the country, outcast Thinkin' you can out-rap, yeah, bitch I doubt that Meat is sold outback, and we whip the loudest 'Cause we're gonna bring your country back, quicker than a snapback Everything we do, we do it outback Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack Everywhere we go, we go to the back Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch Back under the moon with the tailgate back In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at? D Thrash from the Georgia boys With Bubba Sparks and the Moonshine Bandits makin' noise And you can find us outback makin' shine You wanna taste test? Then get in line Yeah, we keep the grill fired up And I keep a camouflaged mud jug Ay, some folks wanna hate on us But we can take it outback if you want some Backrow ride with the hat back Drink in my lap in a brown paper sack My cellphone won't get no service I'm cool but city folks get nervous 'Cause they ain't never been out here No street lights, and we eat deer I'm either in the backyard or the backwoods And I'm livin' good Everything we do, we do it outback Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack Everywhere we go, we go to the back Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch Back under the moon with the tailgate back In the back of a saloon, where the jukebox at? Brought my bull, here he is and he's buggin' on the track We ain't talkin' thick states when we talkin' outback Now we're talkin' clothes lines and some beat up cars Yeah we're talking tall pines in the knee-high yard Yeah we talkin' all those things you can find outback Grandmammy's old swing and a shotgun rack Got the fireplace stayin' good, a bottle of Jack Bubba K got drunk and made the whip go cray That darned C. Hubbs started shootin' it up And the moonshine man that's never given a look Been thrashed in the back with a truck all jack Run my bull, we're all country when we kick it outback I'm all about the beer yeah, I'm all about the whiskey I'm all about making all these pretty girls get frisky Don't hate the play, or play and hate the game Outback in this league, yeah we all are the same Chasing that dream, wanting that fame All these new people wanna ride on the train Ride it on out, take it on over Outback's where I'll be when it's all over Outback grillin' it, outback chillin' it Outback workin' hard for the little bit Always being me, yeah the mud digger king What a beautiful queen, my outback is my dream Everything we do, we do it outback Backyard, half-charred ribs on a rack Backroad runnin', gettin' dirty on a track Backwoods gunnin', hittin' birdies by the pack Everywhere we go, we go to the back Backyard bar servin' jars full of batch Back under the moon with the tailgate back In the back of the saloon, where the jukebox at?