"Nature Boys" lyrics
I'm back. Yo, check. One, two. Yup, yup.
Don't tarnish my fucking varnish. No! Woo woo! I've been gone for five years. You still ain't caught up. Let's go.
It's (Woo) when I walk, (Woo) when I talk. Got the whole crowd hype in my boots at the bar. I'm back, Mr. Mini, Mr. Hillbilly Silly. And I'm preaching kind of illy like I'm Uncle Baby Billy. But it's still big truck, still puffing bluegrass. A 12 gauge Mossberg to shoot yo ass said (Woo) you boys raised up in the mud (Woo, Woo) for the country girls to show me all the love (Woo) for the outlaws. Never showing fear (Woo, Woo) for the bonfires, trucks and beer. But, uh, still I am white trash, whip ass. And I'm all in a can. I'm a steel cage bitch I'm a ring your bell. When we go to jail. It's gon be hell in a cell. Homie. Better watch where the fuck you stand, old boy? Right behind you with a folding chair.
We got em stuck. Like (Woo) pull up in the truck. Lift it up like (Woo) we gon party all night. Tear it up like (Woo) we ain't never gave a single motherfuck. Like (Woo) that's what's up, right? We got em stuck. Like (Woo) pull up in the truck. Lift it up like (Woo) we gon party all night. Tear it up like (Woo) I ain't never gave a single motherfuck. Like (Woo) that's what's up, right?
Uh. You gotta beat the man. Mini thin outlaw with a horseman clan. Still white boy, proud truck, higher than the clouds. Still draggin city bitches through a motherfucking crowd. Hey Lil lady, put a strut up in my walk. Bangin bitches automatic like a fucking bump stock. I'm the liberal mauler, Shot caller baller, The backwoods brawler, Mr. blue collar. Couple chops in the elbow. Inflict the pain. Put the lane in the Figure Four Leglock chain. DNA 80s Mean Gene. 69 Dodge. Nature boy. Limousine. Country boy. Hot. When the opps are cheatin. Rise up like the Taker. When you think I'm beating. Give me $2 million in a fucking eight ball. I'ma turn the whole nation to a redneck brawl.
We got em stuck. Like (Woo) pull up in the truck. Lift it up like (Woo) we gon party all night. Tear it up like (Woo) we ain't never gave a single motherfuck. Like (Woo) that's what's up, right?
We got em stuck. Like (Woo) pull up in the truck. Lift it up like (Woo) we gon party all night. Tear it up like (Woo) I ain't never gave a single motherfuck. Like (Woo) that's what's up, right?
We got em stuck. Like (Woo) pull up in the truck. Lift it up like (Woo) we gon party all night. Tear it up like (Woo) we ain't never gave a single motherfuck. Like (Woo) that's what's up, right?
We got em stuck. Like (Woo) pull up in the truck. Lift it up like (Woo) we gon party all night. Tear it up like (Woo) I ain't never gave a single motherfuck. Like (Woo) that's what's up, right?
Don't tarnish my fucking varnish. No! Woo woo! I've been gone for five years. You still ain't caught up. Let's go.
It's (Woo) when I walk, (Woo) when I talk. Got the whole crowd hype in my boots at the bar. I'm back, Mr. Mini, Mr. Hillbilly Silly. And I'm preaching kind of illy like I'm Uncle Baby Billy. But it's still big truck, still puffing bluegrass. A 12 gauge Mossberg to shoot yo ass said (Woo) you boys raised up in the mud (Woo, Woo) for the country girls to show me all the love (Woo) for the outlaws. Never showing fear (Woo, Woo) for the bonfires, trucks and beer. But, uh, still I am white trash, whip ass. And I'm all in a can. I'm a steel cage bitch I'm a ring your bell. When we go to jail. It's gon be hell in a cell. Homie. Better watch where the fuck you stand, old boy? Right behind you with a folding chair.
We got em stuck. Like (Woo) pull up in the truck. Lift it up like (Woo) we gon party all night. Tear it up like (Woo) we ain't never gave a single motherfuck. Like (Woo) that's what's up, right? We got em stuck. Like (Woo) pull up in the truck. Lift it up like (Woo) we gon party all night. Tear it up like (Woo) I ain't never gave a single motherfuck. Like (Woo) that's what's up, right?
Uh. You gotta beat the man. Mini thin outlaw with a horseman clan. Still white boy, proud truck, higher than the clouds. Still draggin city bitches through a motherfucking crowd. Hey Lil lady, put a strut up in my walk. Bangin bitches automatic like a fucking bump stock. I'm the liberal mauler, Shot caller baller, The backwoods brawler, Mr. blue collar. Couple chops in the elbow. Inflict the pain. Put the lane in the Figure Four Leglock chain. DNA 80s Mean Gene. 69 Dodge. Nature boy. Limousine. Country boy. Hot. When the opps are cheatin. Rise up like the Taker. When you think I'm beating. Give me $2 million in a fucking eight ball. I'ma turn the whole nation to a redneck brawl.
We got em stuck. Like (Woo) pull up in the truck. Lift it up like (Woo) we gon party all night. Tear it up like (Woo) we ain't never gave a single motherfuck. Like (Woo) that's what's up, right?
We got em stuck. Like (Woo) pull up in the truck. Lift it up like (Woo) we gon party all night. Tear it up like (Woo) I ain't never gave a single motherfuck. Like (Woo) that's what's up, right?
We got em stuck. Like (Woo) pull up in the truck. Lift it up like (Woo) we gon party all night. Tear it up like (Woo) we ain't never gave a single motherfuck. Like (Woo) that's what's up, right?
We got em stuck. Like (Woo) pull up in the truck. Lift it up like (Woo) we gon party all night. Tear it up like (Woo) I ain't never gave a single motherfuck. Like (Woo) that's what's up, right?
