country life lyrics – spm

[esg:]
just cause we live in the country
doesn’t mean that we slow.

chorus [esg]:
country life
southern strife.
what gives you the d*mn 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 d*mn rims
i sw*ng & 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, sw*ngin’ & 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
p*ss the sweet & let’s smoke
cause uh…

chorus [esg]:
country life
southern strife.
what gives you the d*mn 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 m*th*f*ckin’ 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 h*ll 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 d*mn 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 d*mn 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 d*mn right?
to come pointin’ fingers down at me?
my life is so slow. [x2]

/ spm lyrics