Demun Jones, Charlie Farley - Rahhh lyrics

Man have you ever heard a gripped up
Three quarter ton goin' a hundred?

You ain't gotta be that close
To hear me comin'
I'm roarin' down the highway
Speakers thumpin' to somethin'
It costs a pretty penny to raise up and ride
'Cause they don't come from
The factory this high
I got a whole mess of rednecks, real unsteady
Willin' to get down in the dirt
Bloody and sweaty
Ain't lookin' for no trouble
But we sittin' already
I ain't sayin' you should come but
If you do come heavy
Firearms locked, loaded, brass knuckles
Rifles, machetes, boots, and belt buckles
Two boxes on the back both full of lead
Ammo, camo from toe to head
Flashin' lights in the rear view
Here they come
I ain't tryna go to jail
Fellows we gotta run
When I drop the sledge hammer
It sounds so good
I got a whole stable sittin' under the hood
It go

Rahhh
And my pipes go rahhh
My Super Duty go rahhh
Make some noise go rahhh, rahhh, rahhh
County boys go rahhh
My mid grips go rahhh
My thunder header go rahhh
Make some noise go rahhh
Rahhh, rahhh, rahhh
Rahhh

Well I'm screamin' with the Demon
Jonesin' for nothin'
Wanted to get high
Hell I'm high ' cause the truck is
Tail pipes blowin' smoke no chokin'
Never stuck, not a mudhole I won't go in
Speakers bangin' like your chrome
Four four is
No it ain't a Ford but Lord you better focus
Them tires proper, sit like a helicopter
Redneck rapper if you allergic call a doctor
But there ain't no intravenous drug
That can stop ya
Enviousness so your best bet's
To quit cold turkey
Search and find your internal soul purpose
To be on this earth like I did
Now I ride, never on the highways doin' 90
On gravel and travelin' and doin' it my way
Saddlin' up the steel horse I
Feel it in my veins
Me and the rider the same, we goin' insane
We goin'

Rahhh
And my pipes go rahhh
My Super Duty go rahhh
Make some noise go rahhh, rahhh, rahhh
County boys go rahhh
My mid grips go rahhh
My thunder header go rahhh
Make some noise go rahhh
Rahhh, rahhh, rahhh
Rahhh

Yeah you can hear
Me comin' bu-bu-bu-bu-bumpin'
Twelves like shot gun
Shells pu-pu-pu-pu-pumpin'
Hell since twelve I
Been thu-thu-thu-thu-thumpin'
Rebellious hell
Yeah you ain't tellin' me nothin'
But something's tellin' me minus
Amphetamines and felonies
We still gon' rock 'til we drop
'Cause Charley Farley be out
In the country scene
Scenic routes trucks mud shinin' off
It's got to be noisy, fast, and real loud
To make a Jones County boy
From the muddy south proud
Disturbin' the peace, citations is a must
So rev your motor and crank your
System up 'til it bust
Here come that crew on two and four wheels
Makin' the ground shake just
Like an earthquake feels
Leavin' black marks on the
Road everywhere we go
Everybody knows when we comin' 'cause
We make it go

Rahhh
And my pipes go rahhh
My Super Duty go rahhh
Make some noise go rahhh, rahhh, rahhh
County boys go rahhh
My mid grips go rahhh
My thunder header go rahhh
Make some noise go rahhh
Rahhh, rahhh, rahhh, rahhh
Rahhh