A Lil' Country

Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in
Trackin' mud in your crib, drinkin' all your gin
It's your boy Mr. Winn, well go on then
This country origin started way back when, it was then
Grandpap pimped a cowboy hat, rockin' back
Red Man brand he sho nuff spat
Me and my pops coolin' in his Boss Hog lac
Bumpin' B.B King till it turned pitch black
Now mamma had farm livin', kept me full like a Buddha
Cooked everything on the pig from the roota to the toota
I flew the coop, mouthpiece got a little twang
In the barn, first time, shorty showed me that thang
In high school, here's some shi*
Went to my Homecoming dance, two years straight, with a Dixie Chick
So my fam put hip-hop, rock, and soul in a pan
Added Texas heat to it, look who's fire man
Hit the
(Music)
I'm a lil' country, baby
Ain't nothin' wrong with it
I'm a lil' country, baby
That's how I'm gon' spit it
I'm a lil' country, baby
And don't ya'll forget it
Don't it sound good to you, momma
You want some, well come and get it
Ok now holla at ya boy, it's the bloodhound
Sniffin' round at the throwdown, here's how it go down
I'm fittin' to act a clown, and fittin' to do the fool
Fittin' to drink Crown, and fittin' to play it cool, but oh
The lean got me leanin' on them, drummer keep on beatin' on them
Big apple booties I keep on schemin' on them
On the wall, bout to fall, with my eyes tight,
Yellin', "I'm gon' be alright tonight"
What it look like
It is what it is, all about my biz
Miss Ma'am, hot damn, tell ya mother
You done seen this one brother, and he's like nann nother
Nann nother can drag this hillbilly sound straight through the gutter
And still churn out the butter, nann nother
I said it, nobody stuttered
Like Ruben, who been, hotter than a ho*
The same dude who pop shi* till the rooster crow
Now hit the
(Music)
I'm a lil' country, baby
Ain't nothin' wrong with it
I'm a lil' country, baby
That's how I'm gon' spit it
I'm a lil' country, baby
And don't ya'll forget it
Don't it sound good to you, momma
You want some, well come and get it
To the snakeskins, pick-up trucks, or Wrangler denim
Or if it's Tims, Coupes, chrome whips, with TVs in them
It's a gritty country ditty that's built for big city
Bright lights, lookin' pretty, women actin' saditty
Now who you wit, now who you wit
And where you at, now where you at
Shake them haters off, player, and say, "I did that"
Now who you wit, now who you wit
And where you at, and where you at
Shake them haters off, player, and say, "I did that"
Got no time for the games, cow shi* for brains
So fluid, my spittin' will ruin some fake as* chains
So howdy, boys and girls, look who's comin' to dinner
And dippin' out the farmer daughter's bedroom window
Mister
(Music)
I'm a lil' country, baby
Ain't nothin' wrong with it
I'm a lil' country, baby
That's how I'm gon' spit it
I'm a lil' country, baby
And don't ya'll forget it
Don't it sound good to you, momma
You want some, well come and get it