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the radio handle the truth? Nope
Uncut, no edits, no censors
You can get a plastic rapper from any old dispenser
A penny a yard, to make a record ain't
feet
Fast forward to 2003, niggas beef
The psychology of children are slaves to run deep

Hell yeah, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo
What's beef?
feet
Fast forward to 2003, niggas beef
The psychology of children are slaves to run deep

Hell yeah, hell yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah yo
What's beef?
[Chorus]
Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin' like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club
world yeah
Turn on the radio and dance

We'll wade up to our ankles
In that old muddy water
I'll let you twirl me around
To some old late night
[Chorus:]
Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin? like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club
Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin’ like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink
Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin’ like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink
Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin’ like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink in
We all live on an idle TV show
Get turned on by sex on the radio
Yeah it's low

Now she walks and talks like everybody else
Loses control and she
A hammer and a nail, stacking them bails
I’m dog tired by the five o’clock hour
But I’m ready to raise some hell
And Jesse’s getting ready, I’m
Have you ever seen the thug in the club with a bottle turned up
Head bobbin’ like hell, yeah
Have you ever seen the chick in the club with a drink
overdosed the injection that leave you posted and deaded
This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit
This that act correct, cause I ain't got to pack
ridin' shotgun
Sunkissed by the Dixie hot sun
Whoa, she's a hot one, yeah
Aldean all up on the radio
Dashboard lights shinin' on my baby, oh
Later on,
One-double-oh-seven (100.7)
This is for you fellas
Ha ha ha
Something I cooked up the Dope House
In my kitchen ha ha ha yeah

Roll Cadillacs
on TV 
And that little town 
That kept you down 
Is where you want to be 
Yeah I'm one of you 
Yeah I'm one of you 
No your not by yourself
If Young Metro don't trust you I'mma shoot you

Last night took an L, but tonight I bounce back
Wake up every morning, by the night, I count
Johnny Cash
When I'm in the car these days
'Cause when I turn on the radio
It makes me, make me wanna say

Hell no
Turn it off
Come on
Hell no
One-double-oh-seven (100.7)
This is for you fellas
Ha ha ha
Something I cooked up the Dope House
In my kitchen ha ha ha yeah

Roll Cadillacs
a lot
With the kid we've got, yeah
The radio's playing
He really loves his wife
I hear the D.J. saying
Well momma done told me
You might wander far,
1991, Deliver hits by the tongue (AK)
Son of a gun, what you want
Turn it up, pump up this shit
Infinite all day and shit
I see fools hanging out
at the sunrise,
But right now in this moment let's let it ride, 
and do what the night wants
(Hell yeah, What do ya say baby?)

Let's do what the night wants,
on the wind, angel made her getaway 
Now she's out there puttin' my heart through hell on a highway 

If I know her at all, she's got the radio rockin'
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can