Dirty Boys Songtext
von Upchurch

Let the BandPlay
I′m 'bout to spit some fast shit
(One time for the dirty boys) uh-uh
Chatham County, bitch
Yeah-yeah (yeah), (yeah-yeah, yeah) yeah

I grew up on the old shit, y′all already know this
I never thought somebody from my town would get noticed
E'rybody try, but eventually they all quit
And either went to college or they work up at the saw mill

Hip-hop country, how the fuck you think I feel?
Got people lookin' at me thinkin′ that I′m not for real
Bi-bi-bitch, I got four wheels turned down four deals
Four good buddies, with the four blue flame steels

Redneck shit to the maximum
Shit, I'm tellin′ my story just rappin' ′em
As a genre, nobody can even fathom us
'Cause it′s three separate things just smashin' (what?)


A little bit of country, little bit of hip-hop
Little bit of rock at the bottom of the ridge top
White smokin' shit like I′m motherfuckin′ Ken Block
Call it what you wanna, but I'm always makin′ shit pop

RHEC 'til my motherfuckin′ heart stop
I say it 'cause I mean it ′til my motherfuckin' heart stop
Redneck bone in a '89 rag top
Yo′ boy gettin′ famous from a god-dang laptop

Rollin', lookin′ clean like a life-sized Matchbox
Ex girl hit my line, turned into a missed call
You can call me Trump 'cause I′m buildin' me a big wall
Blockin′ out you haters while I'm grabbin' on my white balls

One time for the dirty boys
Loud square bodies out makin′ all the noise
One time for the dirty boys
River rats lookin′ nasty, smokin' all the joints

One time for the police
Always bustin′ parties at the Ranchettes tryna chase me
Mustang GT, hippie chick with me
Puffin' on some green, bumpin′ MGMT (ha)


Every single person who ever told me that I couldn't
Gets a middle finger from me, and callin′ me when they shouldn't
They're pushy and overlookin′, but now I′m more than a rookie
And makin' my county noticed for somethin′ other than druggies, yeah (aw-yeah)

Dixie flag on the front porch (what?)
Country boy, hotter than the tip of a damn blow torch
Fuck a Rolls-Royce, I'd rather drive a Monte Carlo
With a cowl induction hood boy (hood boy) (woo)

I′m from the woods, boy, rollin' in the woods toy
Talkin′ slow and workin' ain't the only thing I′m good for
Tougher than an old Ford, quit sports, still score
Pickin′ up the farmer's daughter, freakin′ on the front porch

Landscapin' shit while I′m rollin' up a whole log
Last day of senior year, shit, I was too gone
Knew I had to find myself off in this old world
And I was gonna yell it ′til a bunch of people all heard

Redneck spittin' blue flame with the pen though
Never had a bunch of friends, always had my kinfolk
Rollin' six deep in the F-150
I don′t need an image ′cause the image came natural

Small town shit 'til I don′t breathe
A bunch of attention, brother, I don't need
A bunch of fake friends I don′t seek
And money ain't about shit except for old greed

And I don′t need a mansion by a big white beach
Gimme a fuckin' double wide by an old-ass creek
This is how I was raised, and I'll always be
Southside, Cheatham County, middle Tennessee (woo)

One time for the dirty boys
Loud square bodies out makin′ all the noise
One time for the dirty boys
River rats lookin′ nasty, smokin' all the joints

One time for the police
Always bustin′ parties at the Ranchettes tryna chase me
Mustang GT, hippie chick with me
Puffin' on some green, bumpin′ MGMT

One time for the dirty boys
One time for the dirty boys
Dirty boys
One time for the dirty boy-