We All Country (feat. Colt Ford, Sarah Ross & Charlie Farley)

Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm
Mmm-mmm, mmm-mmm

(Hey) East Coast, West Coast, it's all country
Dirty south, Midwest, it's all country
Leave the city, go out back into the country
We're all country

(Hey) from the first breath alive, we're all country
Until the day that we die, we're all country
So hop in your ride and get back to the country
Back to the country (hey)

West coast renegade, hilly Cali outlaw
Wild west king like Colt in the south y'all
Cash tattoo with the flat bill flipped
Clutching on my whiskey like a pistol grip

I'm John Wayne with the gauge, I ain't walking the line
I got my trigger finger itchy off a bottle of shine
'Cause we shooting clay pigeons from the bed of a step side
Bumping Dwight Yoakam out the window, yelling west side

Spinning like a wagon wheel, mama come and rock me
All the ladies love me, I'm a cold ass honkey
Hook 'em like a booger every time that I spit one (ha-ha)
Yeah, we all country, ain't no matter where you fish from

(Hey) East Coast, West Coast, it's all country
Dirty South, Midwest, it's all country
Leave the city, go out back into the country
We're all country

(Hey) from the first breath alive, we're all country
Until the day that we die, we're all country
So hop in your ride and get back to the country
Back to the country (hey)

I was born and baptized in blue collar blood
Now it pumps through my veins as I stomp through the mud
Through 50 different states, the people's all the same
Just different faces, the shine still burning flames

It's so contagious, this country rap game now
All these pop artists riding in my lane now
See me on the YouTube with millions of views
So they think that they can do everything that we do

I've been certified country-fried, spit since 1999
Homicide with the rhymes, mad 'cause I live the life
Y'all my kinfolk, it's our time to shine
American outlaws, since birth we ride

(Hey) East Coast, West Coast, it's all country
Dirty South, Midwest, it's all country
Leave the city, go out back into the country
We're all country

(Hey) from the first breath alive, we're all country
Until the day that we die, we're all country
So hop in your ride and get back to the country
Back to the country (hey)

I'm from Jersey, worthy as anyone heard
And cattle to be called country, raised on dairy farm
They be armed and dangerous, so just carry on
No matter where you're from, you can carry the country baton

Country's on every continent and every state
Just a country girl with a buck on her tailgate
Windows down blaring, Miranda and George Strait
Riding jacked up in a truck that don't play (don't play)

There's a back road in every city
So go get nitty-gritty with those hillbillies
You don't need a lasso to live this
Now tell me, do y'all feel me?

(Hey) East Coast, West Coast, it's all country
Dirty South, Midwest, it's all country
Leave the city, go out back into the country
We're all country

(Hey) from the first breath alive, we're all country
Until the day that we die, we're all country
So hop in your ride and get back to the country
Back to the country (hey)

Yeah, look at them (look at them), now look at us (look at us)
Everybody that I know is riding big old trucks
It's the south savior with a country flavor
Ride with Cali and this cutie from Jersey, you heard me?

We got that common thread, it's like a family tradition
What you've been missin' we givin', 'cause country's how I'm livin'
I'm so Hank with it, with a little Merle
A lot of Waylon and Possum there ain't no way to stop 'em

I'm like a superman, got girls, they're super fans
Riding a super duty, my girl's got super booty (woo)
I'm just a redneck tryna cast a paycheck
And I'm so blue collar, holler if you heard that

(Hey) East Coast, West Coast, it's all country
Dirty South, Midwest, it's all country
Leave the city, go out back into the country
We're all country

(Hey) from the first breath alive, we're all country
Until the day that we die, we're all country
So hop in your ride and get back to the country
Back to the country