a wo o Sayin' wo o a wo o Sayin' wo o a wo o Country done come to town Country done come to town Country done come to town
yall aint ready yall aint ready so act like ya know that the ville wanna (hoop) o-town wanna (hoop) miami wanna (hoop) tampa wanna (hoop) atlanra wanna (hoop) chi-town
fuckin' million ??? And come to answer their question of how come I-C-E-B-G Gon become part of this Alumni nigga [Ali] All the way from the Cle-Town
whenever we ride around But, we sipping on that syrup over on my side of town [Eternal] On my side of town, realest hustlers in the country Making money
rap shit, we already mastered that shit All the water in this well's for country folks who never had shit Did you know they closin down the only factory in this town
that Bubba would disappear Get some money from Ugly, buy a keg of beer A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would disappear Oh, I see, come on A lot
hammer And I ain't talkin 'bout all that nail shit I'm talkin 'bout they poppin off and makin you bail shit We ride like Amtrak cross country You badder bitch? Then come
t done right the first time we coming back It's on, just stay calm We ain't bullshittin' nigga we droppin' bombs Uhh it's like that Ain't done right the
Written by Chris Cagle, M. Jason Greene, Brian Wayne Hot sun goin' down, heatin' up this little town The cows are fed and the plowin's all been done
girl's running 'round, good god almighty When you're the talk of the town, good god almighty Come on everybody yell "good god almighty" Well I done went
do it like this, It ain't country twang when I do my thang, See I work from sun up to sun down, You better be ready when I come to your town, Cause me
like Bun and Lil' Webbie Already, I'm guiding the wheel so steady Already, alert the Don on Nextelly What it do, pull out the 72 Come down and come through
when it comes to beefing we don't need marshall this ain't arben Nausicaa call me tamara marshall come on ya block and get loose shoot niggas for a triple
Then she callin my house givin him my number and how You gon owe dealers? I owe dealers too now you done Got em hooked on me and you, man hit me on my
Dreadlocks Bim! [Verse:] And politican a drive dem car tell dem nuh teer come over here When when dem touch down pon the ends You only hear seh war declare Man clap inna town
through the pasture NAH, not me cuz, knew I'd get acquitted But seemed every white face in town knew I did it or done it, shit about a hundred, approachin
his axe through our streets By the time we're done The Boss Will look like a side of beef We've got plans for other wankers Who might come through our town