S.P.M. - Country Life - Explicit lyrics

Just 'cause we live in the country Doesn't mean that we slow : Hey, hey, Country Life Southern strife What gives you the damn right to come pointin' fingers down at me? My life is so slow 1st : I live that C O The U N The T to the R to the Y The E to the S to the G be screamin' Southside 'til' I die See I ride with Carlos or should I say the SPM? A 6 3, high, 2 D's, I almost cracked my damn rims I swang & bang, I do my thing Mary Jane be in my brain Codeine in the cup, got 20's on the truck Hold up! Country Life, we got horses & chickens But our chickens transform into ounces in the kitchen I ain't snitchin' I'm spittin' on what we do in Southern life Candy cars, ghetto stars be sippin' Ball all night 2 dice, swangin' & bangin' & doin' my thing all night I paid the price to have my teeth filled with ice Look twice you might get blinded by the way my diamonds glisten E S G's who I be, boy I'm country like chitlins & cornbread, I'm gone fed, Kenny Red ain't no joke A Last Resort like Papa Roach Pa** the sweet & let's smoke 'Cause uh... : Country Life Southern strife What gives you the damn right to come pointin' fingers down at me? My life is so slow 2nd : Got to keep on truckin' baby 'til the end 'cause we got to make it through You see I know these K K K's, they on my trail, they searched my room Country Life ain't all what it seems & some of y'all think it's a muthaf**in' dream But I got many problems on my mind My weed tolerance is down & I can't get high Besides that, it's hot as hell outside The temperature keeps on risin' & I ain't got A/C in my ride I don't abide I ain't the one, I ain't the dumb Country man that you really think I am Country Life : Country Life Southern strife What gives you the damn right to come pointin' fingers down at me? My life is so slow 3rd : I'm the country pumpkin, comin' out the South uh Rascal like Spanky & Bash is Alfalfa Pull it up out'cha, ki's in my couch uh 8 in my fam, I don't give a damn about ya Yowza, yowza I sleep with the cows uh Rattlesnakes & crickets in my overall trousers Got my own stable, own record label Sittin' on the table, eatin' steak & potatoes Sip sippin' on syrup, pickin' your girl up Take her to my trailer & she make my toes curl up Silence them boys when they see my toys My Dooley, on 22 inch chrome alloy's Got a bourbon that I stretched to fit 24 people Call me Chico with security that look like Deebo I used to hang in clubs sellin' tapes in the restrooms Now I float in the boat with 6 bedrooms : Country Life Southern strife What gives you the damn right to come pointin' fingers down at me? My life is so slow