Lyrics:
wouldn't cop 'em
Can you blame her? Hundred dollars for them bitches wann't a option
Now we livin' much better, nigga, pay whatever
Rock them bitches once
Like shaft in the Mack cause I'm mad and I'm black
I'm a perfect plan a good boyfriend
I'm the reason rap rules and the country out Cool J-A-M-E-S
to the crew
I'm super swaggy swaggin' black and blue
Out the country chillin' by the pool
Out the country foreign money on me too
Out the country shorty
Folk Rock and Roll
It's not breaking the mold
It never gets old
Ya that's Country Folk Rock and Roll
Grateful for those around me
When I was lost it was
and the young ladies.
I even rocked the country that was overseas
'Cause I can rock anybody from any crew.
Because I did it to Chaka, I'm-a do it to you.
Go hard, no charge
Skip to the front of the line, rock star
She got friends too, eight-nine-dimes
Anything less, she got time
Big city boy, big
then I earned it
I worked hard for it
I ain't too shy to roll up my sleeves
But when he takes me downtown
Sure enough I'm showing out
I'll clean up like
the million dollar talent
And the ten cent brain,
Been gone too long, too much cocaine,
But now that I'm back, on the block
I'm ready to rock
Left
sound like rock and roll
We sound like rock and roll
Problem officer? What were you looking for
Man I ain't done shit
What the fuck you looking for
Northern boy
Country heart
And a southern soul
Let’s go let’s rock and roll
I found myself in the south.
Lost so many friends I lost count.
Y’all only
y'all
Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause
A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis
clampers
I'm feeding the game, Tiny Dancer
I'm out of breath, like I got asthma
How many hits, too much, no Sampha
I'm in the country
I'm in the county
You
My drawl's too thick for rock, I'm too old school for new country
If I was born back in the day, you know I'd be rollin' in the money
I got some
around them hundreds, you know how much that is (tens)
Too much to give me cash, they had to wire me the back end (send it)
Niggas in here lookin' tough,
of ya'll messing with this country sound
Them boys sent me with some new country
We rock Fords and lift kits with gun racks and mud on 'em
Ain't scared
'cause it lives in your soul
That's damn rock and roll
That's damn rock and roll
It's a rock through a window
It's a ride in the street
It's
the south
I thank the good Lord for givin me a chance so I run my mouth
I represent country folks
Hunt deer, hunt ducks, drive trucks and live it
Everyday we
us, we take an honest stand
We roll like Moses, claimin' our promised land
And? If we win our independence?
Is that a guarantee of freedom for our
And we're lookin' round for the action we sure play it cool
It's gotta be rock'n roll
To fill the hole in your soul
There's gotta be rock'n roll
To fill
Still a country nigga
So no shoes in my abode
Aye here I go, where he go
Here I go, there he goes
I said it's not too many ways
Roll it for me, I can't
I got the keys to the country
My diamonds kinda dusty
Security like the President
So can't nobody touch me
I got the keys to the country
twenty deep
And meet at the tennis club do's
For drinks on a Sunday, work on Monday
They've thrown away their blue suede shoes
Now they're too old to rock 'n' roll
just for the straw
But also lightin' up and strummin' on a guitar
I said man-oh-man
Where'd the good times go?
Back when Fall by Clay Walker was
as you rolled by
With tangled hair and spirit free
Something stirred inside of me
You rock you rock a country world
And you roll me in your loving ways
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