Alexander King, Jelly Roll, Yelawolf - Country Side lyrics
Jelly Roll [Jason Bradley DeFord] Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
Yelawolf [Michael Wayne Atha] Gadsden, Alabama/Antioch, Tennessee, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Alexander King, Jelly Roll, Yelawolf - Country Side lyrics]
Got a hold of hip hop
And everybody who want a piece
Of the rap game, suddenly got on the radio
Looking for hit spots
And you put LL Cool J on a
New wave with this dude Brad Praisley
And I search for loop holes and you crazy
Who knows maybe the soup tasting even
Better that before it did
But if you're foreign to this
Dope game and big truck meets 808 and 36
Then fake a good look
Hell if I had a magic wand I'd put
A boat on the river for you
Welcome to the mainstream and big bucks
Now paddle on, paddle on to Babylon
Rattle all snake, get a record to babble on
And travel on to the bricks
The lead that they tackle on
Musical vagabonds better learn how to swim
If the shit got deep
But you ain't gotta worry 'bout
A hick like me
Killer Mike told me not to change my ways
And my dixie flag was plain to see
Brotherhood, motherhood daddy's in
The south better get a hold of this culture
Gotta be proud to be country
Don't be a country vulture
Slumerican boss shit
Better give me mine of the top I'm repping
Alabama, Tennessee, GA
All day motherfucker now let the beat drop
UH! I'm proud of my promise
Papa's and all of my partners
We grew up in the bottom, bottom
Way down in the country side of things, yeahh
Way down in the country side
Of things, alright, alright, alright
Good people wanna have a good time
The south got enough problems
We just flipped a bottle to bottom
Way down in the country side of things, yeahh
Way down in the country side
Of things, alright, alright, alright
This shit here that outlaw Hip-Hop
Gasolined out southern rock
From the east side of music city
I was raised on Skynyrd and Pac
What up Strug', what up slums, what up Dubbs
We're all showing love
Till they let you come home
And we'll all make toast
Go on get this Highway Men shit on
There's so many false idols on thrones
All singing that same old song
Bout their country roots and
Their cowboy boots
Don't none of this shit feel true
Truth is a new south to the bone gristle
Hotter than my granddaddy's old pistol
Oh shit, gate keeper let us jump the gates
And the chances held we 'bout
To pump the break
Say we ain't come from no problem
But if you make us in we gon' solve 'em
We came to celebrate all our partners
All the blessings, hard work and progress
To old south dying with our ancestors
Took what was left to rebuilt the system
If you feel me hands up high enough
Now sang this shit
"Welcome to the motherfucking country
Side of it"
I'm proud of my promise
Papa's and all of my partners
We grew up in the bottom, bottom
Way down in the country side of things, yeahh
Way down in the country side
Of things, alright, alright, alright
Good people wanna have a good time
The south got enough problems
We just flipped a bottle to bottom
Way down in the country side of things, yeahh
Way down in the country side
Of things, alright, alright, alright
This outlaw, Hip Hop
Hell nah it ain't Hick Hop
Is what you got when you mix
'Pac with that 1997 Kid Rock
From the bottom I rose, to the top I came
But forgive me I think we celebrate
Write a record, let send it straight
I can never snitch and I never hate
Yeah girl, damn I'm fine
Grown man and I'mma handle mine
Everybody stressin', I'm just cool
Bitch I'm blown like a Dandelion
And I'm living it, I'm living it
The same way that I'm rapping it
Bad girl in my passenger
Ridin' around trippin' out of this Maxima
Stayin' up late like I'm Dracula
Ridin' around serving all different packages
I'm carnival cruising
I swear this rapping happened by accident
I stand tall cause I had to fall
Left the streets and I had it all
The game's up and down like a basket ball
But I think I'm any day
Away from blasting off and I'm gone
I'm proud of my promise
Papa's and all of my partners
We grew up in the bottom, bottom
Way down in the country side of things, yeahh
Way down in the country side
Of things, alright, alright, alright
Good people wanna have a good time
The south got enough problems
We just flipped a bottle to bottom
Way down in the country side of things, yeahh
Way down in the country side
Of things, alright, alright, alright