Lyrics:
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And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my
gonna be sliding by
but hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high
cause it feels so good
[Chorus]
It feels so good how we kick it in
sliding by
But hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high
Cause it feels so good
[Chorus]
It feels so good how we kick it in the hood
Hey pretty girl, won't you look my way?
Love's in the air tonight
You can bet you make this ol' boy's day
Hey pretty girl, won't you look my way?
have a home
But my soul dwell in a mansion
Faith got me living risky
Boy, i'm good with taking chances
To my independent artists
Yeah, I know the road is
Poor ol’ Jimmy Biscuit
Was baptized by a pixie
Who drank a lotta whiskey
In the pub where he way born
Poor ol’ Jimmy Biscuit
Way married
to toast the boys again
That local band is back in town
They got a kinda minor league sound
They're not that bad, they're not that good
But all in all
a fool oh but he don't care
We're just ol' friends having good time laughing, getting along and loving our life
CHORUS
Well we're good good good good
nice and slow| Aunt Betty cookin up a chicken pot pie | Taste so good they ought to give her a prize| Baker boys musta hit it hard last night| Cause
they get to sinkin'
Hoppin' out on feet, passion pit, I take a walk
Machine gun stays by my side like I'm Megan Fox
Them boys playin' air guitar,
that you got girl
Uh, your reputation as a hot girl
Shorty show me what it do, try to spit it to you
Holler at cha boy cause I just gotta have it
plaid suit jackets, they were the shits
The good ol' days, was back then
And the reason I reminisce, 'cause
[Chorus]
It's spring again
Everybody
[Lil Yuk]
Boy say to me, he say, "Ay Yuk! What's yo favorite city?"
And I say "West Virginia. That's my home town."
[Chorus:]
Take me back to West
And an ol' boy pulled up with a license plate
From Ohio I thought oh good Lord he's lost
From his wranglers to his boots
He reminded me of Chris LeDoux
tellin' me
I wasn't good enough
But I know I'm good enough
There was a few that didn't even bother
With this ol' boy buried in the holler
I prayed
we gon'
[Hook]
Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood, my hood, tote heat,
loud and playin' pool
The boys from Silver City were standin' by the fire
Singin' like they thought they were the Tabernacle choir
And I wanted you
Rolling Stone called me the most open-minded redneck on the block
'K, but I ain't the first good ol' boy to mix country with his rock
See, I grew
Aunt DeDe, whoever
Aunt Falma, Uncle Roy we stuck together
A year went by and I could walk y'all
Moms got that good ol job at city hall
She
Sweet taters, Mema's pie
Good 'ol boys, whiskey rye
Cold slaw, Southern drawl
Haters talk cause they know we ball
Shrug em' off and watch em' fall
This
tune
The winds are tossing Autumn
Right by the midnight moon
Cause them good ol' boys
They're all fired up and ready to drive
They'll scream all night
lonely and mostly lost
Wherever Jesus was and whatever God had in mind
She hoped her boy was out there somewhere having a good time
Cause chance just seems
the water's up good and high
We'll just wait 'til it's good n' late
So there ain't nobody passin' by
I'll call my cousin
He'll pick us up an' take us
moonshine
Sweet moonshine
Sweet moonshine
So I headed down to Mardi Gras
Out by the NOLA Sea
Yeah bourbon, beads and beauties
Sounded pretty good to me
Yeah
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