Country Shit (Remix)

[Intro: Ludacris]

I've been waiting to tell them about this country shit

I'ma learn ya! You ready? Luda!

[Verse 1: Ludacris]

Let me tell you about these old-school Chevys, Cadillacs, SS Impalas

If you smoking then we got more sacks than Troy Polamalu

Your partners want some quarters, my partners want some keys

In Atlanta we get that paper, can you haters say "cheese"?

10,000 watt amps, 6 15-inch kickers

My truck bumpin' like injecting ass-shots, like a stripper

No insurance on these whips, tags all outdated

I might not be shit to you, but my momma thinks I made it

We gon' ball 'til we fall or this Conjure get us wasted

And I never drink that white, all my women think I'm racist

On that brown with the twist, tell these hoes to reminisce

That my name is Ludacris and I'm like "bitch!"

[Hook: Big KRIT]

Let me tell you bout this super fly, dirty dirty, third coast

Muddy water, shawty pop that pussy if ya wanna

Let me tell you bout this, old school, pourin' lean

Candied yams and collard greens, pocket fulla stones riding clean

Let me tell you bout this country shit, country country shit

Let me tell you bout this country shit, country country shit

Let me tell you bout this country shit, country country shit

Let me tell you bout this country shit, country country shit

Country country shit

[Verse 2: Big KRIT]

I told 'em, "aw man hold up," country is what country does

M-I-crooked letter, ho, who you know do it better, folk?

Pull up, hop out: clean, in my old-school time machine

Keep a parachute for this altitude

Cause when you riding this high, make it hard to breathe

May Day, hollering out payday

Knockin' pictures off the wall when I creep

Pros get wet as fuck when I speak

Southern drawl, it's just the way it be

Heavy like sumo, numero uno

Pourin' up brown, she sipping on Nuvo

Pimpin' so cold, never trick on a ho

Outer space with the flow like I'm living on Pluto, you know

Bitch, I'm UGK influenced

Slow it down, chop, chop and screw it for the folk in Texas

That forever reckon with the styrofoam cup and the purple fluid

Return of 4eva, I thought you knew it

Country shit, that's all I see

That's all I know, that's all I feel, that's all I am, that's all I'll be

[Hook: Big KRIT]

Let me tell you bout this super fly, dirty dirty, third coast

Muddy water, shawty pop that pussy if ya wanna

Let me tell you bout this, old school, pourin' lean

Candied yams and collard greens, pocket fulla stones riding clean

Let me tell you bout this country shit, country country shit

Let me tell you bout this country shit, country country shit

Let me tell you bout this country shit, country country shit

Let me tell you bout this country shit, country country shit

Country country shit

[Verse 3: Bun B]

Candy painted ‘Lac Biarritz, sitting on 24's - Vogue

Pull up on my scene and I mack your bitch

It ain't hard to tell, I suppose she chose

To send over the clothes, the wigs and shoes

This Charlie Sheen pimping too big to lose

Roll with trues and keep girls in twos

Boy, you must've heard wrong, why you be confused?

See, I'm the big brother of Sweet James

I know all about these street games

But the trick gon' pay, the chick gon' say

So she can't lie about what she bring

I'm certified like USDA

Representing Texas, straight up out the PA

Graduated the School of Hard Knocks with a BA

Right under the nose of the Vice and the DA

Anything we say, take it as law, nigga

When I'm in the booth, no rubber, I'm raw, nigga

Talk about getting busted in your jaw, nigga

Like I'm your pa, run go tell your ma, nigga

No flaw nigga, 100 percent

Old school no glass house, I'm under the tint

Ask anybody here who running this shit, it's Big Bun in this bitch

[Hook: Big KRIT]

Let me tell you bout this super fly, dirty dirty, third coast

Muddy water, shawty pop that pussy if ya wanna

Let me tell you bout this, old school, pourin' lean

Candied yams and collard greens, pocket fulla stones riding clean

Let me tell you bout this country shit, country country shit

Let me tell you bout this country shit, country country shit

Let me tell you bout this country shit, country country shit

Let me tell you bout this country shit, country country shit

Country country shit