Field Party (feat. JJ Lawhorn)

You damn right, it's Friday night Grab the Busch and the Bud Light Meet me in the pasture back in the pines We in the spot that the cops can't find Turn up the Jones turn up the jar Fire up the smoke, grab that old guitar We're just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild It's goin' down field party style We in the field, check, back in the woods, check We havin' a party, check, it's gon' get rowdy, yeah That's what I thought would happen When me and the Lacs start rappin' JJ gon' do some sangin' Country girls start shakin' that thing, and Ain't nothin' better than bein' out at the field party See Bobbie Joe drop it low, she got that real body Man, she can plow a field, and she can skin a buck Betty got that big ol' truck, she's hot and loves to fish Man, I wish y'all could see exactly what I'm seein' And if Picasso painted country, this is where he'd be in Ain't nothing better than tan lines and tailgates Two-steppin' under heaven to a little George Strait You damn right, it's Friday night Grab the Busch and the Bud Light Meet me in the pasture back in the pines We in the spot that the cops can't find Turn up the Jones turn up the jar Fire up the smoke, grab that old guitar We're just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild It's goin' down field party style I got some mason jugs, I say let's pass 'em round If you ain't gettin' drunk, you with the wrong crowd You see that smoke cloud comin' from around the shed Halo shades on hidin' cause my eyes are red Yeah, it's about to be a fun night, cooler full of Bud Light Party til' the sunlight, sunlight Yeah, I don't see not law around, drinkin' til' we all drown Yeah, that's how we get down, get down Aww, them Lac boys is back again We comin' through we done brought some friends We bring the food, and we bring the shine We get the party crunk every time 'Bout to hit that stage I'm finna sing And I done drank a fifth of Beam But I don't fall down to the ground And just hit them with that country lean Gonna get back up and I fill my cup Come on Colt let's crank it up There's a party back in that rye field Way up past that shine still Get on in and shut the gate So the cops can't come and regulate We wouldn't have it another way It's Friday night, so I say You damn right, it's Friday night Grab the Busch and the Bud Light Meet me in the pasture back in the pines We in the spot that the cops can't find Turn up the Jones turn up the jar Fire up the smoke, grab that old guitar We're just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild It's goin' down field party style It's goin' down, field party style It's goin' down, it's goin' down, field party style Soak You damn right, it's Friday night Grab the Busch and the Bud Light Meet me in the pasture back in the pines We in the spot that the cops can't find Turn up the Jones turn up the jar Fire up the smoke, grab that old guitar We're just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild It's goin' down field party style It's goin' down (down) It's goin' down (down) It's goin' down (down) It's goin' down (down)