hoodneck crunk on the county lines. (Remastered)

Lyrics

intro

Hoodneck boys and girls get the fuck up
And let's get hoodneck crunk!

Verse 1
I can sip a forty or drink moonshine.
I'm getting white boy wasted all the mother fucking time.
I don't take no shit boy I'll bust your lip.
specially on Paw Paw's homemade wine.

I love sweet southern girls and big mud tires.
I like going to the projects to buy that fire.
I'm talking bout chronic. bitch I don't smoke crack. US HOODNECK BOYS DON'T ROLL LIKE THAT!

Chorus
I was raised up in the hood
But I sure love the woods
I love to hunt and fish
Nascar's the shit
And COPENHAGEN taste so damn good
I call em guns not gats.
But I still bust caps
If you fucking with me and mine..
Yeah I was raised in the city son
But I run these county lines

Verse 2
Mama was a bumpkin and Daddy liked Motown
And somewhere in between there's me. both of them were Jesus freaks and loved to hear the preacher preach. but that ain't me! Mama never drank a drop
they was both drug free,
I get high as a mother fucker! yeah I blow them trees!
no I don't gang bang
But I will throw these thangs
When the time comes to put em up
So watch your mouth when you see me out at the honky tonk or the club

Bridge
I was raised up in the hood
But I sure love the woods
I love to hunt and fish
Nascar's the shit
And Copenhagen taste so damn good.
I call em guns not gats.
But I still bust caps
If you fucking with me and mine..
Yeah I was raised in the city son
But I run these county lines. said I run these county lines!

outro
hoodneck boys ain't scared to buck, we gonna show out every time we show up. gonna be loud when we blow the fuck up. show the whole world how to get hoodneck CRUNK.