Rollin' Like a Redneck (Remastered) Songtext
von Jawga Boyz
Rollin' Like a Redneck (Remastered) Songtext
Wow, Christy, do you see that truck?
I mean gross, that is so tacky
That must be one of those rednecks I′ve heard about
Jawga Boyz, yeah
That's right
Hop in the truck, come on, let′s roll
Just bought a case of beer, now we headin' for a mudhole (haha)
County boys and we do it right, got the bill of my hat pointing straight to the sky (yeah, man)
Carhartt and Wranglers on, bass Pro hat, camouflage on my phone (look)
Got the Browning decal on the back right next to a G, what you know about that? (You know)
Country, and that's how we live if you got moonshine, then I′m takin′ a sip (there you go)
Some folks call me a redneck, I smile and take it as a compliment (ha, yeah)
I live life the only way I know how, walk with a swagger and I rep the south (yeah)
And if you see me as I'm riding through the crowd
I′m hangin' out the window screamin′ it loud (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, buddy, rollin' like a redneck
Trucks jacked up, I got a smoke stacks
Nuts hanging off the hitch
And a system in the back that′ll make your nose itch (haha)
Yeah, I'm living that right (that right, that right)
And I'm ridin′ that tight (that tight, that tight)
Son, I′m ridin' so tight that my tires sound like a damn bulldog bite
Yeah, my tires sound like a damn bulldog bite
Wakin′ people up as I ride through at night
And don't forget about the skyjacker lift kit
How you think I made the 44′s fit? (Yeah)
Don't you know we ain′t playin' around?
6.12 in the back helpin' out with the sound (nope, nope, nope)
And I got a train horn if you too slow
Speed up, or I′m lettin′ it blow
If you're ridin′ to close from behind
I got spotlights that will turn you blind (ooh)
Yeah, so back off, you don't want none
Hangin′ on the back glass, ain't a BB gun fool (damn)
Who′d you think you were messin' with? (Messin' with)
These country boys, they ain′t no myth (nope)
And if you see me as I′m riding through the crowd (yeah)
I'm hangin′ out the window, screamin' it loud (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, buddy, rollin′ like a redneck
Trucks jacked up, I got a smoke stacks (smoke stacks)
Nuts hanging off the hitch
And a system in the back that'll make your nose itch (haha)
Yeah, I′m living that right (that right, that right)
And I'm ridin' that tight (that tight, that tight)
Son, I′m ridin′ so tight that my tires sound like a damn bulldog bite
Okay, we 'bout to wrap it up
You know that we country (yeah), and that we tough (yeah)
You know that we hunt (yeah), you know that we fish (yeah)
You know, when we see a buck we don′t miss (no)
You know that we love (yeah) to play in the mud (yeah)
And when we get trucks, we jack them up (yeah)
And when we get stuck, we don't get mad (what man?)
We drop the tailgate and have a party in the back (haha)
That′s right, we live so tight
Open the cooler and grab you a Bud Light (I got 20)
I'm talkin′ to e'ry damn body (whoo)
Meet me at the mudhole six o'clock Friday (come on, damn)
If you down to have you a good time
You better show up, fool, I ain′t lyin′ (yeah)
And if you see me as I'm ridin′ through the crowd
I'm hangin′ out the window, screamin' it loud (yeah)
Yeah, buddy, rollin′ like a redneck
Trucks jacked up, I got a smoke stacks
Nuts hanging off the hitch
And a system in the back that'll make your nose itch (haha)
Yeah, I'm living that right (that right, that right)
And I′m ridin′ that tight (that tight, that tight)
Son, I'm ridin′ so tight that my tires sound like a damn bulldog bite
Yeah, buddy (yeah), rollin' like a redneck (uh)
Trucks jacked up, I got a smoke stacks
Nuts hanging off the hitch
And a system in the back that′ll make your nose itch (haha)
Yeah, I'm living that right (that right, that right)
And I′m ridin' that tight (that tight, that tight)
Son, I'm ridin′ so tight that my tires sound like a damn bulldog bite
Um, excuse me
Can I ride in your truck?
I mean gross, that is so tacky
That must be one of those rednecks I′ve heard about
Jawga Boyz, yeah
That's right
Hop in the truck, come on, let′s roll
Just bought a case of beer, now we headin' for a mudhole (haha)
County boys and we do it right, got the bill of my hat pointing straight to the sky (yeah, man)
Carhartt and Wranglers on, bass Pro hat, camouflage on my phone (look)
Got the Browning decal on the back right next to a G, what you know about that? (You know)
Country, and that's how we live if you got moonshine, then I′m takin′ a sip (there you go)
Some folks call me a redneck, I smile and take it as a compliment (ha, yeah)
I live life the only way I know how, walk with a swagger and I rep the south (yeah)
And if you see me as I'm riding through the crowd
I′m hangin' out the window screamin′ it loud (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, buddy, rollin' like a redneck
Trucks jacked up, I got a smoke stacks
Nuts hanging off the hitch
And a system in the back that′ll make your nose itch (haha)
Yeah, I'm living that right (that right, that right)
And I'm ridin′ that tight (that tight, that tight)
Son, I′m ridin' so tight that my tires sound like a damn bulldog bite
Yeah, my tires sound like a damn bulldog bite
Wakin′ people up as I ride through at night
And don't forget about the skyjacker lift kit
How you think I made the 44′s fit? (Yeah)
Don't you know we ain′t playin' around?
6.12 in the back helpin' out with the sound (nope, nope, nope)
And I got a train horn if you too slow
Speed up, or I′m lettin′ it blow
If you're ridin′ to close from behind
I got spotlights that will turn you blind (ooh)
Yeah, so back off, you don't want none
Hangin′ on the back glass, ain't a BB gun fool (damn)
Who′d you think you were messin' with? (Messin' with)
These country boys, they ain′t no myth (nope)
And if you see me as I′m riding through the crowd (yeah)
I'm hangin′ out the window, screamin' it loud (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, buddy, rollin′ like a redneck
Trucks jacked up, I got a smoke stacks (smoke stacks)
Nuts hanging off the hitch
And a system in the back that'll make your nose itch (haha)
Yeah, I′m living that right (that right, that right)
And I'm ridin' that tight (that tight, that tight)
Son, I′m ridin′ so tight that my tires sound like a damn bulldog bite
Okay, we 'bout to wrap it up
You know that we country (yeah), and that we tough (yeah)
You know that we hunt (yeah), you know that we fish (yeah)
You know, when we see a buck we don′t miss (no)
You know that we love (yeah) to play in the mud (yeah)
And when we get trucks, we jack them up (yeah)
And when we get stuck, we don't get mad (what man?)
We drop the tailgate and have a party in the back (haha)
That′s right, we live so tight
Open the cooler and grab you a Bud Light (I got 20)
I'm talkin′ to e'ry damn body (whoo)
Meet me at the mudhole six o'clock Friday (come on, damn)
If you down to have you a good time
You better show up, fool, I ain′t lyin′ (yeah)
And if you see me as I'm ridin′ through the crowd
I'm hangin′ out the window, screamin' it loud (yeah)
Yeah, buddy, rollin′ like a redneck
Trucks jacked up, I got a smoke stacks
Nuts hanging off the hitch
And a system in the back that'll make your nose itch (haha)
Yeah, I'm living that right (that right, that right)
And I′m ridin′ that tight (that tight, that tight)
Son, I'm ridin′ so tight that my tires sound like a damn bulldog bite
Yeah, buddy (yeah), rollin' like a redneck (uh)
Trucks jacked up, I got a smoke stacks
Nuts hanging off the hitch
And a system in the back that′ll make your nose itch (haha)
Yeah, I'm living that right (that right, that right)
And I′m ridin' that tight (that tight, that tight)
Son, I'm ridin′ so tight that my tires sound like a damn bulldog bite
Um, excuse me
Can I ride in your truck?
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