Rednecks in the Club
Fat-Tarr
Walk up in he club like what up Im in my overalls.
C-Hubb
Hick boots on, man Im sweatin cant see non of ya'll!
Fat-Tarr/
C-Hubb
Got a new hair do, and my trooper shades too, when redneck in the club, their aint no tellin' what we'll do. (What we'll do!
x2) cause we dont know just what to do, see we just came up out the woods, we aint familiar with these roots
What we'll do, what we'll do, see we dont know know just what to do, see we just came up out the woods, a couple roosters flew the coop.
Boy, hot damn, shit fire, save the matches.
Throw these rednecks in the club there aint no tellin what could happen.
I am gone with the wind, Jim Beam runnin' through my system.
Made a couple new friends, said they brought the homegrown with em', me and big John ate some mushrooms, I cant feel my dern heart, My head spinnin so danm fast I think Im Dale Earnheart.
Hope I dont crash, (gasp) gas, I think I just seen his ghost, raise that beer can in my hand, then I give the man a toast.
See thats shit that isnt fair, hell I guess Im toastin air, while wonder boys buyin ladies drinks like he don't even care, Lil Wytes off in the corner eatin molly's by the gram, Fat Tarrs in the parkin lot actin like Yosemite Sam.
Goin ham, oink, oink, hope nobody calls the cops, I think this honey wants to boink, if my girl finds out we both get shot.
Better hop outa here, I think we mighta over done, too much fun.
Better hit the waffle house and sober up.
Fat-Tarr
Walk up in he club like what up Im in my overalls.
C-Hubb
Hick boots on, man Im sweatin cant see non of ya'll!
C-Hubb/
Fat-Tarr
Got a new hair do, and my trooper shades too, when redneck in the club, their aint no tellin' what we'll do. (What we'll do!
x2) cause we dont know just what to do, see we just came up out the woods, we aint familiar with these roots
What we'll do, what we'll do, see we dont know know just what to do, see we just came up out the woods, a couple roosters flew the coop.
Fat-Tarr
What the shit, went to piss, ran into a glory hole, what kinda club is this?
Just got here, now I wanna go, Good thing I got real drunk, fore' we even left the house, took a drink of moonshine, I had that fire in my mouth! (WOO!
Here I come...
There I go...)
Watch me blow a big cloud of stinky diesel smoke! (Here I come...
There I go...)
Watch me blow a big cloud of stinky diesel smoke!
I been up in here bout a minute, think I feel real drunk, Imma get five shots of jack then I'm gon' see just what is up, Imma get three Jager-bombs and all at once I'll turn em' up, no I will not leave a tip, cause I just spent my last buck.
But I will go, get a dip, I will pack it in my lip, and on the way out the door, on that floor I might just spit, got the tiller gang ridin with me, and I drunk as cootie brown, aint been good with them gloves, But I been great with that Crown...
Static radio voice (Crown,
Crown...
Crown, Crown...
Great witht hat Crown.)
Beat continues
C-Hubb/
Fatt Tarr x2
What we'll do, what we'll do, see we dont know know just what to do, see we just came up out the woods, we aint familiar with these roots.
What we'll do, what we'll do, see we dont know know just what to do, see we just came up out the woods, a couple roosters flew the coop.
Beat carries out song
Walk up in he club like what up Im in my overalls.
C-Hubb
Hick boots on, man Im sweatin cant see non of ya'll!
Fat-Tarr/
C-Hubb
Got a new hair do, and my trooper shades too, when redneck in the club, their aint no tellin' what we'll do. (What we'll do!
x2) cause we dont know just what to do, see we just came up out the woods, we aint familiar with these roots
What we'll do, what we'll do, see we dont know know just what to do, see we just came up out the woods, a couple roosters flew the coop.
Boy, hot damn, shit fire, save the matches.
Throw these rednecks in the club there aint no tellin what could happen.
I am gone with the wind, Jim Beam runnin' through my system.
Made a couple new friends, said they brought the homegrown with em', me and big John ate some mushrooms, I cant feel my dern heart, My head spinnin so danm fast I think Im Dale Earnheart.
Hope I dont crash, (gasp) gas, I think I just seen his ghost, raise that beer can in my hand, then I give the man a toast.
See thats shit that isnt fair, hell I guess Im toastin air, while wonder boys buyin ladies drinks like he don't even care, Lil Wytes off in the corner eatin molly's by the gram, Fat Tarrs in the parkin lot actin like Yosemite Sam.
Goin ham, oink, oink, hope nobody calls the cops, I think this honey wants to boink, if my girl finds out we both get shot.
Better hop outa here, I think we mighta over done, too much fun.
Better hit the waffle house and sober up.
Fat-Tarr
Walk up in he club like what up Im in my overalls.
C-Hubb
Hick boots on, man Im sweatin cant see non of ya'll!
C-Hubb/
Fat-Tarr
Got a new hair do, and my trooper shades too, when redneck in the club, their aint no tellin' what we'll do. (What we'll do!
x2) cause we dont know just what to do, see we just came up out the woods, we aint familiar with these roots
What we'll do, what we'll do, see we dont know know just what to do, see we just came up out the woods, a couple roosters flew the coop.
Fat-Tarr
What the shit, went to piss, ran into a glory hole, what kinda club is this?
Just got here, now I wanna go, Good thing I got real drunk, fore' we even left the house, took a drink of moonshine, I had that fire in my mouth! (WOO!
Here I come...
There I go...)
Watch me blow a big cloud of stinky diesel smoke! (Here I come...
There I go...)
Watch me blow a big cloud of stinky diesel smoke!
I been up in here bout a minute, think I feel real drunk, Imma get five shots of jack then I'm gon' see just what is up, Imma get three Jager-bombs and all at once I'll turn em' up, no I will not leave a tip, cause I just spent my last buck.
But I will go, get a dip, I will pack it in my lip, and on the way out the door, on that floor I might just spit, got the tiller gang ridin with me, and I drunk as cootie brown, aint been good with them gloves, But I been great with that Crown...
Static radio voice (Crown,
Crown...
Crown, Crown...
Great witht hat Crown.)
Beat continues
C-Hubb/
Fatt Tarr x2
What we'll do, what we'll do, see we dont know know just what to do, see we just came up out the woods, we aint familiar with these roots.
What we'll do, what we'll do, see we dont know know just what to do, see we just came up out the woods, a couple roosters flew the coop.
Beat carries out song
Credits
Writer(s): Wesley Alonso, Edward Pryor, Christopher Walls
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