Тональность: Bb minor
Intro 1
Am
D
Verse 1
boy,
country cracker,
attacker from Tennessee
The bread snacker out the truth south,
is you feelin' me?
Dm
D
These boys killin' me, they so gangster
Tell us great whites weed
out them yard bird pranksters
Am
Man they in danger,
flexin' they anger
Chokin' on my name,
watch your mouth or I'ma strangle ya
Dm
D
Adjust my angle, bruh,
and let them thangs unload
Chop a shell straight to hell
Dm
D
where you think you'll go
Am
Come and test my flow,
we can't go toe -to -toe
Doe -for -doe, show -for -show,
anytime, let's roll
D
I'll be the first to throw my doves up
Proud, hear me say it loud,
Dm
white boys in the town
Am
The right hand of the boss,
the sergeant of these troops
Got my finger on the trigger,
white flag to my boots
Dm
D
Jeans creased with a cuff,
right shoe laced out
I'ma give these boys a reason
to keep my name out they mouth
Am
If my daddy was alive,
there'd be someone you could call
You could cry like a broad holler,
please call him out
Dm
But since my daddy gone
and you done did me wrong
D
When I see you in the streets,
boy, it's on, it's on
Am
If my daddy was alive,
there'd be someone you could call
You could cry like a broad holler,
please call him out
Dm
But since my daddy gone
and you done did me wrong
D
When I see you in the streets,
boy, it's on, it's on
Dm
I'm the Tennessee Volunteer,
Am
yeah, you know me
A
I ain't new to this game,
Am
D
Am
I'm like VI P
D
On these back roads,
Am
sippin' out the jar of sweet tea
D
Blowing on that Berry Light,
Northern Cali crossbreed
Am
I'm a straight paper chaser,
I bout my cheddar
D
Am
January to December
D
Am
Profile clean, but you know better
D
Cause I stay in these streets
Dm
Am
Dm
D
like a real go -getter
Am
Dirty South cracker,
from the sticks to the bricks
Gon' play with my fetid,
boy, I put you in the mix
Dm
D
Got them moneybag goons
Dm
straight posted on your six
D
Just waitin' for that...
Am
D
Leave you in the ditch
Am
Yeah, it's that white boy music,
you done heard it before
But you ain't hear it full circle
till you heard it from Smoke
Dm
D
I just give it to you plain,
true, simple, and slow
So either buy the CD
or catch me live at a show
Am
And get the realest from the country,
truth south in my blood
A bunch of rowdy white boys,
what you think that it was?
D
We be down with them clowns,
but we strapped with them dubs
So if it's trouble that you're looking for,
get ready for us
Am
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