Album Name : Time Is Money (Explicit)
Release Date : 2009-08-25
Song Duration : 4:33
Spm Country Life
[ESG:]
Just cause we live in the country
Doesn't mean that we slow.
Chorus [ESG]:
Country Life
Southern strife.
What gives you the damn right?
To come pointin' fingers down at me?
My life is so slow.
1st Verse [ESG]:
I live that C O
The U N
The T to the R to the Y
The E to the S to the G be screamin' Southside til' I die
See I ride, with Carlos, or should I say the S.P.M.?
A 6 3, high, 2 D's, I almost cracked my damn rims
I swang & bang, I do my thing
Mary Jane be in my brain
Codeine in the cup, got 20's in the truck
Hol up! Country Life, we got horses & chickens
But our chickens transform into ounces in the kitchen
I ain't snitchin' I'm spittin' on what we do in Southern life
Candy cars, ghetto stars, be sippin' Ball all night
2 dice, swangin' & bangin' & doin' my thing all night
I paid the price, to have my teeth filled with ice
Look twice you might get blinded by the way my diamonds glisten
E S G's who I be, boy I'm country like chitlins
& cornbread, I'm gone fed, Kenny Red ain't no joke
A Last Resort like Papa Roach
Pass the sweet & let's smoke
Cause uh...
Chorus [ESG]:
Country Life
Southern strife.
What gives you the damn right?
To come pointin' fingers down at me?
My life is so slow. [x2]
2nd Verse [ESG]:
Got to keep on truckin' baby to the end, cause we got to make it through
You see I know these K K K's, they on my trail, they searched my room
Country Life ain't all what it seems
& some of y'all think it's a muthafuckin' dream
But I got many problems on my mind
My weed tolerance is down & I can't get high
Besides that, it's hot as Hell outside
The temperature keeps on risin'
& I ain't got A/C in my ride
I don't abide
I ain't the one, I ain't the dumb,
Country man that you really think I am
Country Life.
Chorus [ESG]:
Country Life
Southern strife.
What gives you the damn right?
To come pointin' fingers down at me?
My life is so slow. [x2]
3rd Verse [South Park Mexican]:
I'm the country pumpkin, comin' out the South-uh
Rascal like Spanky & Bash is Alfalfa
Pull it up out'cha, ki's in my couch-uh
8 in my fam, I don't give a damn about ya
Yowza, yowza I sleep with the cows-uh
Rattlesnakes & crickets in my overall trowsers
Got my own stable, own record label
Sittin' on the table, eatin' steak & potatoes
Sippin' on syrup, pickin' your girl up
Take her to my trailer & she make my toes curl up
Silence them boys when they see my toys
My dooley, on 22 inch chrome alloys
Got a bourbon that I stretched to fit 24 people
Call me Chico with security that look like Deebo
I used to hang in clubs sellin' tapes in the restrooms
Now I float in the boat with 6 bedrooms.
Chorus [ESG]:
Country Life
Southern strife.
What gives you the damn right?
To come pointin' fingers down at me?
My life is so slow. [x2]