Loud and Rowdy (Out in PA)
Man, it seems like there's people puttin' on for everywhere in this rap shit
We got Florida, Georgia, Tennessee, Alabama, Indiana
Well, I'ma have to go ahead and step up
And hold this shit down for PA, man
'Cause we get loud and rowdy up in this bitch, too
So anytime y'all find yourself going through the Mason Dixon
And you want to have a fucking good time
All you gotta do to find us is follow these instructions
You can listen for some open headers on some straight pipes
Or subs knocking so loud that it dims the brake lights
You can scan the horizon for fires above the trees
If you party in the woods, you're probably fucking with me
Out in PA, we a mixed bag, races, colors, and creeds
All throwing down together, no difference in how we bleed
Put our 40-plus in, handle business Monday through Friday
Weekend gets here, that's when the girls and the guys play
You can find us in the orchards, in the fields, or by the creeks
With something fresh on the fire and something bumping the speaker
We're just a short drive away from your town
So if you're trying to find us, y'all know how
Drive on down the road 'til it turns to stone
You hit the gravel, then you hang a left to come on
Keep your eyes out for smoke, when you see it blowin'
There's a party right around the bend
(Yeah, yeah)
Me and mine are loud and rowdy
So if you don't mind being rowdy
Won't you step outside and come and find us?
'Cause out in PA getting loud and rowdy (yeah, yeah)
Nobody from around here calls it Pennsylvania boy
'Cause this is PA where we stay
The pot pie is slippery, and we eat cheesesteaks
And we say, give me a lager dawg, our beer don't need names
'Cause everyone knows that Yuengling
Is the oldest brewery that we have in these states (whoa!)
We buy local, and we raise hell
We get too wild and go to jail
We take piss tests, and when we fail
It don't surprise, nobody (no)
And then as soon as we get out
We get rowdy, and we get loud
So if that shit's what you're about, then come on out and find me
Drive on down the road 'til it turns to stone
You hit the gravel, then you hang a left to come on
Keep your eyes out for smoke, when you see it blowin'
There's a party right around the bend
(Yeah, yeah)
Me and mine are loud and rowdy
So if you don't mind being rowdy
Won't you step outside and come and find us out?
'Cause out in PA gettin' loud and rowdy (yeah, yeah)
We stay outside and get face stiff
If you're trying to get fried, somebody's trying to blaze up
We got pits for bonfires, we got pits for race cars
Got pits for mud bogs, and pits where we mosh
Got pits for horseshoes, we play in the backyard
The pits for barbecue, we're leaving the three hogs
Wanna kick it with us, you know how to get where we are
Drive on down the road 'til it turns to stone
You hit the gravel, then you hang a left, so come on
Keep your eyes out for smoke, when you see it blowin'
There's a party right around the bend
(Yeah, yeah)
Me and mine are loud and rowdy
So if you don't mind being rowdy
Won't you step outside and come and find us out?
'Cause out in PA gettin' loud and rowdy (yeah, yeah)
We got Florida, Georgia, Tennessee, Alabama, Indiana
Well, I'ma have to go ahead and step up
And hold this shit down for PA, man
'Cause we get loud and rowdy up in this bitch, too
So anytime y'all find yourself going through the Mason Dixon
And you want to have a fucking good time
All you gotta do to find us is follow these instructions
You can listen for some open headers on some straight pipes
Or subs knocking so loud that it dims the brake lights
You can scan the horizon for fires above the trees
If you party in the woods, you're probably fucking with me
Out in PA, we a mixed bag, races, colors, and creeds
All throwing down together, no difference in how we bleed
Put our 40-plus in, handle business Monday through Friday
Weekend gets here, that's when the girls and the guys play
You can find us in the orchards, in the fields, or by the creeks
With something fresh on the fire and something bumping the speaker
We're just a short drive away from your town
So if you're trying to find us, y'all know how
Drive on down the road 'til it turns to stone
You hit the gravel, then you hang a left to come on
Keep your eyes out for smoke, when you see it blowin'
There's a party right around the bend
(Yeah, yeah)
Me and mine are loud and rowdy
So if you don't mind being rowdy
Won't you step outside and come and find us?
'Cause out in PA getting loud and rowdy (yeah, yeah)
Nobody from around here calls it Pennsylvania boy
'Cause this is PA where we stay
The pot pie is slippery, and we eat cheesesteaks
And we say, give me a lager dawg, our beer don't need names
'Cause everyone knows that Yuengling
Is the oldest brewery that we have in these states (whoa!)
We buy local, and we raise hell
We get too wild and go to jail
We take piss tests, and when we fail
It don't surprise, nobody (no)
And then as soon as we get out
We get rowdy, and we get loud
So if that shit's what you're about, then come on out and find me
Drive on down the road 'til it turns to stone
You hit the gravel, then you hang a left to come on
Keep your eyes out for smoke, when you see it blowin'
There's a party right around the bend
(Yeah, yeah)
Me and mine are loud and rowdy
So if you don't mind being rowdy
Won't you step outside and come and find us out?
'Cause out in PA gettin' loud and rowdy (yeah, yeah)
We stay outside and get face stiff
If you're trying to get fried, somebody's trying to blaze up
We got pits for bonfires, we got pits for race cars
Got pits for mud bogs, and pits where we mosh
Got pits for horseshoes, we play in the backyard
The pits for barbecue, we're leaving the three hogs
Wanna kick it with us, you know how to get where we are
Drive on down the road 'til it turns to stone
You hit the gravel, then you hang a left, so come on
Keep your eyes out for smoke, when you see it blowin'
There's a party right around the bend
(Yeah, yeah)
Me and mine are loud and rowdy
So if you don't mind being rowdy
Won't you step outside and come and find us out?
'Cause out in PA gettin' loud and rowdy (yeah, yeah)
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Writer(s): James Elliot, Wesley Breit
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