Lyrics:
In Californication
Yeah, bitch I'm from the country but
That don’t make a nigga soft
Big city niggas come South and
Get their wigs knocked off
as a mother
You're so undercover
By the way that you was watchin' me
Ooh, uh the way you look at me
I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it
Tryna keep
I feed my hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend. Now Come On!
Hey Girl, I can tell you want it by the way you dancin on the floor
Hey Girl,
country
Across open country
Down by the Tyne, that's where you'll find me most of the time
Watching the river wash on by, a pen in my hand but the ink ran
a beat by Pharris at them country club parties
We'd be hot as hell and House studs would yell "Aight, now money!"
Sauers I would go there, hip-hop clubs
[talking]
Man, I've been thinking
What you've been thinking about man?
Ever since Country Grammar done spent seven million
Millions I told you
That
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
all married and gone
And they live on the edge of the town.
All part of the team in the country club scene
And they'd rather you passed them by
all of that pretty
Come from all fifty
Want a little country in their city
All the girls on the bus say woo
Straight workin' them Daisy dukes
Pump
What's up y'all? It's the mean-ster green-ster
This should be played in residential neighborhoods
Clubs, cars, at high volume
Get (?) wodies,
you up late at night
But I'm sayin sometimes it takes money to make it right
To the racist white men I hope your bitch gets fucked by a nigga
I bet you
“Can’t Citify A County Guy”
By James Cooke aka CaptC
Ever since you met you wanted him to change his country ways
Trade away his
Hook
I’ve been getting these money
Might be touring different countries
They treat me like a don 康熙
All did by myself Lonely
穿越黑暗 看不到 光明
也没得人任何人响应
8X]
[Master P]
Give me a, country girl with tits like Ali [wolf whistle]
Ghetto as fuck with a face like Halle
In the club she likes to get rowdy
Silvano
I'm a grime man
Part of a grime a gang
They think grime can't
I think grime can
I know a lot of clubs in the country
Where they won't play
the money, show me the money don yo
You can ask Eric, and ask lil Derrick
If I've got the country on smash
They'll tell you
WIley's a grime kid, never on time
And forth like a marathon, come on bro
This is lightwork
Yeah, let me tell the story yeah
Her parents tryna distract her
While they file for divorce
Country
Oh, hell
Here comes the pursuit of happiness
I walk in the club, I glow 'til you miss
My band is right behind me,
We're rocking is so, so fly
to the right, shake it to the left,
Shake it with somebody, shake it by yourself.
Chorus:
Jump. Zydeco Jump.
I'm living in the country, nobody for miles around.
smile like
Country gold on the radio dial
Gettin lost with some buddies out in the middle of nowhere
Or a pretty girl ridin shotgun
Thankin the Lord that
her phony prose
She still leads me by the nose
She's Miss Understanding
Miss Understanding With her soft sweet smile
She talks a country mile She lays
day
In every City, every Country
And every informal kind of way
They are taking hostage, of our family in the streets
And holding them captive
either crunk in the club)
WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT
Don't matter where I hang
People love my twang, uhh
(Call us country or Southerners mayn)
(We
let any of the country club beaus get a chance.
Those cream-colored summer suits were never cut to my taste anyhow.
And those Hyde Park fraternity
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