"Hell Raisin' Country (Remix)" lyrics
(feat. Big Smo)
[Big Smo:]
Aw hell, we done done it again, huh
Big Smo... Tennessee's number one country boy
Down South to out West
Kicking it with my boys, Moonshine Bandits baby
Show 'em how we do it now!
Aw hell, welcome to the T-E-N
Backwoods kickin' with my kin, kin
It's all good, let the tires spin
In that thick mud down by the river bend
Moonshine, fill me up another jar
Fresh pine, roll me up another gar
Down South you gonna need a bigger car
To get to where we going, come on down to the bonfire
Cut loose, shakin' on the tailgate
Dirty girl, puttin' out on the first date
Full keg, full grill, full plate
Full moon, half lit, half baked
Midnight, meet me at the water hole
No suits, no boots, no clothes
Southern dimes so fine, no hoes
That's kickin' it in Tennessee, full throttle!
[Moonshine Bandits:]
Hell raisin' country!
We're out to the party in a pickup truck
Got a keg in the back and we're fillin' up cups
Got the boys in the back and the girls up front
'Cause we don't give a fuck!
We're some rowdy old boys that'll change the game
We're doing a mix like rap with a country twang
If we ain't going nowhere if y'all don't know
We're hell raisin' country!
[Tex:]
Blue flame on a mason jar when it's lit
You ain't never seen a caliber of country spit
That's so damn hot make you scratch and sniff
Subnoize is the family that I'm rolling with
I got a bonfire pit where the blacktop ends
Got a couple wild women and some rowdy ass friends
Turn the music on up, pull the truck on in
And if the sheriff gonna come we gonna do it again!
[Bird:]
Guitars and Cadillacs
And T-bones and Saddle Racks
I'm a honky tonk man, can you handle that?
It's California country!
Big trucks and big old wheels
And gun racks and a 12-pack chill
Don't matter if you live in the city or the hill
We're hell raisin' country!
[Moonshine Bandits:]
Hell raisin' country!
We're out to the party in a pickup truck
Got a keg in the back and we're fillin' up cups
Got the boys in the back and the girls up front
'Cause we don't give a fuck!
We're some rowdy old boys that'll change the game
We're doing a mix like rap with a country twang
If we ain't going nowhere if y'all don't know
We're hell raisin' country!
[Bird:]
Catch us in the back with the cut-offs on
Every trucker in the state can relate to the song
Chokin' in the back on the Cheech and Chong
I raise hell if a drunk dude stare at me wrong
On the jukebox and we're playin' a song
I'm drinkin' with Dwight, singin' all night long
I'm Merle and Waylon, do a show with Jones
Cali got country and we pourin' 'em strong!
Guitars and Cadillacs
And T-bones and Saddle Racks
I'm a honky tonk man, can you handle that?
It's California country!
Big trucks and big old wheels
And gun racks and a 12-pack chill
Don't matter if you live in the city or the hill
We're hell raisin' country!
[Moonshine Bandits:]
Hell raisin' country!
We're out to the party in a pickup truck
Got a keg in the back and we're fillin' up cups
Got the boys in the back and the girls up front
'Cause we don't give a fuck!
We're some rowdy old boys that'll change the game
We're doing a mix like rap with a country twang
If we ain't going nowhere if y'all don't know
We're hell raisin' country!
Hell raisin' country!
Hell raisin' country!
Aw hell, we done done it again, huh
Big Smo... Tennessee's number one country boy
Down South to out West
Kicking it with my boys, Moonshine Bandits baby
Show 'em how we do it now!
Aw hell, welcome to the T-E-N
Backwoods kickin' with my kin, kin
It's all good, let the tires spin
In that thick mud down by the river bend
Moonshine, fill me up another jar
Fresh pine, roll me up another gar
Down South you gonna need a bigger car
To get to where we going, come on down to the bonfire
Cut loose, shakin' on the tailgate
Dirty girl, puttin' out on the first date
Full keg, full grill, full plate
Full moon, half lit, half baked
Midnight, meet me at the water hole
No suits, no boots, no clothes
Southern dimes so fine, no hoes
That's kickin' it in Tennessee, full throttle!
[Moonshine Bandits:]
Hell raisin' country!
We're out to the party in a pickup truck
Got a keg in the back and we're fillin' up cups
Got the boys in the back and the girls up front
'Cause we don't give a fuck!
We're some rowdy old boys that'll change the game
We're doing a mix like rap with a country twang
If we ain't going nowhere if y'all don't know
We're hell raisin' country!
[Tex:]
Blue flame on a mason jar when it's lit
You ain't never seen a caliber of country spit
That's so damn hot make you scratch and sniff
Subnoize is the family that I'm rolling with
I got a bonfire pit where the blacktop ends
Got a couple wild women and some rowdy ass friends
Turn the music on up, pull the truck on in
And if the sheriff gonna come we gonna do it again!
[Bird:]
Guitars and Cadillacs
And T-bones and Saddle Racks
I'm a honky tonk man, can you handle that?
It's California country!
Big trucks and big old wheels
And gun racks and a 12-pack chill
Don't matter if you live in the city or the hill
We're hell raisin' country!
[Moonshine Bandits:]
Hell raisin' country!
We're out to the party in a pickup truck
Got a keg in the back and we're fillin' up cups
Got the boys in the back and the girls up front
'Cause we don't give a fuck!
We're some rowdy old boys that'll change the game
We're doing a mix like rap with a country twang
If we ain't going nowhere if y'all don't know
We're hell raisin' country!
[Bird:]
Catch us in the back with the cut-offs on
Every trucker in the state can relate to the song
Chokin' in the back on the Cheech and Chong
I raise hell if a drunk dude stare at me wrong
On the jukebox and we're playin' a song
I'm drinkin' with Dwight, singin' all night long
I'm Merle and Waylon, do a show with Jones
Cali got country and we pourin' 'em strong!
Guitars and Cadillacs
And T-bones and Saddle Racks
I'm a honky tonk man, can you handle that?
It's California country!
Big trucks and big old wheels
And gun racks and a 12-pack chill
Don't matter if you live in the city or the hill
We're hell raisin' country!
[Moonshine Bandits:]
Hell raisin' country!
We're out to the party in a pickup truck
Got a keg in the back and we're fillin' up cups
Got the boys in the back and the girls up front
'Cause we don't give a fuck!
We're some rowdy old boys that'll change the game
We're doing a mix like rap with a country twang
If we ain't going nowhere if y'all don't know
We're hell raisin' country!
Hell raisin' country!
Hell raisin' country!
