Country in The Hood

Yeah

Check it

Uh-huh

Yeah

Dirt roads run straight to the concrete block Where the roosters crow

and the handguns cock

We got chicken coops next to the liquor store Country bumpkins knocking

on the projects door

We fried catfish on a hot engine block Avoid the sheriff and

the boys on the block (damn right)

This is country in the hood,

where the corn grows tall Got the subwoofers bumping through the trailer

park wall Yeah it's country in the hood,

keeping shit real raw Rednecks and the hustlers dodging the law (haha)

We got moonshine in the forty-ounce bottle Sipping slowly while we hitting

the throttle Got a flatbed truck with the gold dayton rims Preacher

on the corner singing old church hymns No grass out here,

just the dirt and the gravel Making money daily,

watching mysteries unravel (fuck 'em all)

This is country in the hood,

where the corn grows tall Got the subwoofers bumping through the trailer

park wall Yeah it's country in the hood,

keeping shit real raw Rednecks and the hustlers dodging the law (hell

yeah)

From the dirt to the pavement

(yeah) This is how the money was spent

No difference between the barn and the block

Just different keys turning in the lock

So don't act surprised when you see the combination A brand new

breed of a blue-collar nation We got shotgun shells and spray-paint cans

Hardworking hands making criminal plans Yeah we country in the hood,

making noise till we dead With a styrofoam cup and a cap

on our head

Yeah

Country in the hood

Every block, every backroad (peace)