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Jawga Boyz

Jawga Boyz is an American country rap group formed in Athens, Georgia in 2003. The current lineup is Derek "D Thrash" Thrasher, A.J. "BoonDock" McIntyre, Mark "Cornbread" Bryant, Dez, and Chuck "Collard Green" Lambert. They have released four studio albums including 2014's Tailgate Music, which debuted at number 155 on the Billboard 200, number 22 on the Country Albums chart and number 17 on the Rap Albums chart. Steve Leggett of AllMusic gave Tailgate Music a favorable review, writing that it "keeps the fun and quality up, showing once again what this Dirty South hip-hop country rock thing is all about, and doing it all with engaging energy and intensity."In 2013, Thrasher wrote and recorded a song with Joe Diffie, "Girl Ridin' Shotgun". more »

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We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high

Jawga Boyz we ridin' high
We back in the jacked up trucks
Ridin' on 44's, mud on the doors
And our plan is to get stuck
On the phone, call up the boys
Let them all know to bring them toys
Got a winch on the front if you need a tow
And straight pipes that make some noise, yeah
We comin' from a mile away you can hear th roar
Them knobby tires, we ridin' higher than we ever did before
If you want a ride then I gotta say hop in at your own discretion
'Cause some have told me that these seats are in the nose bleed section
Got a 12 gauge on the black glass and it's ready to go
When I am on the road, I never know when I'll see a buck or a doe
Dip in my lip, and a cup of spit in the middle console
Still gettin' hunnies and scarin' bunnies you already know, ha ha
So this truck, gonna keep on rollin' down the road
And it ain't no joke, 'cause Jawga Boyz are as good gold
So take some notes when you hear us flow, when you see the mud hangin' on the door
My truck ain't slow and it ain't for show, 'cause

We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high

Deep down in the woods, yep
High like the trees, yep
A bunch of rednecks
We don't have no damn degrees
And I'm reppin' for the sticks
I'm reppin' for us hicks
I'm talkin' about us folks who have never seen rich
My Chevy truck is jacked up
A mud hole make me act up
I snatch it tight slack up 
I'm slingin' mud, y'all back up
It's true it ain't no lie
My Chevy's high on 45's
Cruzin' DUI, you know I'm sippin' apple pie
Got that wheelie, rompin' loud
Black and camo on my ride
Yeah, that Georgia flag flys, 'cause I'm known to show my pride
Yeah, we creep and we crawl
Country clique yelling yee-haw
I've had some slips and falls, due to too much alcohol
Yeah, my truck sits tall, say I'm scarin' acrophobics 
Grippin' mud and climbin' rocks, still can't find a way to roll it
Now I'm with these Jawga Boyz and we ridin' Tonka toys
With them big trucks big tires, we jack 'em up and then we

Ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high

44's, big trucks, camo paint, big bucks
Nuts on my truck hitch, I'm draggin' them in the mud ruts
Just some ol' country boys, high like the pine trees
And you can bet this be the last of a dying breed
Southern blood, runs through my veins we some rebel boys
Cross the river you ain't heard Bottleneck and them Jawga Boyz
Comin' through on the Tonka toys, ridin' high and jacked up
Slangin' mud like the hubs we got that Mack 'cause
Raw dog in the Georgia Clay, jacked up is how we play
This is how we do it buck, we keep 'em southern raised
Stuck in our southern ways, stayin' in the desperate days
We ridin' high and jack 'em up they ain't no other way
Better grip that steerin' wheel, gonna make that Chevy squeal
True gritty country boys, hick life, you know it real
We on that southern grind, we jacked up all the time
We ridin' in the sky

We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
We jack 'em up then we ridin' high
(Yeah, we ridin' high)

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