Lyrics:
some work and do some dirt, fuckin'
around with the band Bone thugs-n-harmony, follow down
the road, we stroll to meet karma. Everything I do, it
all my dreams in my backpack
‘Cause this is all I need when I’m walking all along this lonely road
Wondering where I’ll feel at home
I’m packing all my
Lend me your ear (listen)
Won't you listen?
Listen (listen)
Listen
Listen
Granddaddy was a hustla
On the dirt road
Him and his brother
a fuck where you lay at
Nigga, it's time to slay these bitch-made niggas!
They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at? Bone
a fuck where you lay at
Nigga, it's time to slay these bitch-made niggas!
They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at? Bone
a fuck where you lay at
Nigga, it's time to slay these bitch-made niggas!
They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at? Bone
I been on the road
For a while now
Didn’t know where to go then I found out
I been on the road
For a while now
(Didn’t know where to go)
I'm so drunk
a fuck where you lay at
Nigga, it's time to slay these bitch-made niggas!
They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at? Bone
Through The Country', let's go John
Down the road where the black top ends
You can find Colt Ford with all his friends
We're used to gravel roads
Going step by step
Yeah, wait a minute pop
Wait a minute pop
Now Upon this earth
We stand on dirt
We got torn down
But I'm still standing up
a fuck where you lay at
Nigga, it's time to slay these bitch-made niggas!
They ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
Where my thugs at? Bone
from
Where we from
The land of the mud and if you want it
Best believe you can get it from us
Where we from
Where we from dirt roads and backwoods by
long shadows by the railroad track
Where the simmering sky slides on for miles
And the working dog is never out of style
Oh the wheels don't stop
me where to steer
I'm lost on this road they call life
Dont know where to go, Left or Right
I've been trying so hard and i still got nothing to show
make you sin
When I go against the rules that you like to live in
Blood on my hands I got called a cut throat by some man
Random I know but it's one
Get by
Get by
Why get by
When I could
Get it
Get it
F@#$ you
Pay Me
It's not extortion
Let's move forward
Stop being awkward
Learning my worth
Sharing
Can I get a Amen (Amen brother)
But we got to stop, we got to stop doin dirt
Coming to Church with a devil tucked in your purse
Sittin some leather
Hunny you ain't got far
And when the dirt road ends
At the river bend
She jumped right in
She said stuck
Wanna get four by four in over my head getting
Lend me your ear (listen)
Won't you listen?
Listen (listen)
Listen
Listen
Granddaddy was a hustla
On the dirt road
Him and his brother
there ain’t no chance Imma stop, woah
I manifested a lot
I Had to step out the box
Still got the dirt on my hands from planting these seeds who knew
the withering crops
Roadkill pockmarks the stretches of road
A straight shot through Hell where the morals erode
Rest stops abandoned, motels covered in mold
Down the road where the black top ends,
You can find Colt Ford with all his friends,
We're used to gravel roads, and fishin' with cane poles,
whole town was built around
There's a couple old dirt roads
Left down by old potts' farm
We used to throw down hard out there man we never did no harm
boots with spurs on the heels
Saddle up your horse for this country ride
Wave your cowgirl hat to show your country pride
Miles of road led us to where
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