Goodie Mob - Off-Road lyrics
[Goodie Mob - Off-Road lyrics]
We going off-road (Yigh yigh yigh)
Going to do a little sasquatch hunting
Watch him start running when
The pumps start dumpin' (yeah)
Off-road (Yigh yigh yigh)
Tell a few stories while we
Sitting by the fire (Eh)
Go back to the city with
Some mud on the tires
Southern slur in my words
Up early with the birds
Lil' mama over the pot
I just sit back and watch
Her special seasoning, that’s it
A lil' cheese in the grit
I’m a lil' older, I admit
But that ain't no reason to quit
I go off road with the RaRa
Chopper sound like Chewbacca
Slide to Brunswick, have some fun
With them two boys, guess who shot ya
In the woods, no Wi-Fi, buck and you go
"Bye bye"
And my battle cry go, "Yigh-yigh-yigh-yigh!"
Get money!
Curses my verses, folks die behind lies
Southern pride when I slide
Skyline pink when I ride
Water hose in my jeans, no shoes in the sun
Houseboats in the lake, jet-skis in the water
CBD Sunday drive, we flyin' and swervin'
Offroad Suburban, that pecan bourbon
I don't give a hot damn
Them chitlins in the pot
We smokin' that foot, we sittin' on the porch
We going off-road (Yigh yigh yigh)
Going to do a little sasquatch hunting
Watch him start running when
The pumps start dumpin' (yeah)
Off-road (Yigh yigh yigh)
Tell a few stories while we
Sitting by the fire (Eh)
Go back to the city with
Some mud on the tires
It's just us and the beasts
We like big game to these creatures
I'm not playing with you fuckers
So I brought my street sweeper
Whether gangsters and killers
So-called thugs and wig splitters
Plenty talking no action, that's
What I thought, tongue wrestling
Buckshot, then a slug Poker face mean mug
Stupid gassed by the atmosphere
Got the shine by the jug
Lamb chops on the fire
Throw some shrooms in the gravy
Tied up the fugazi
That city life be so crazy
I throw my middle finger to the night
Get it hype it’s the morning, still yawning
Ready to ride through the mud
What I love is my girl and my truck
Get it up
Bust a shot at a buck, hope I don’t get stuck
When I’m shooting, better duck
Gotta have some good luck
'Cause, I really don’t give a fuck
Country corn get shuck
Dripping dirt out the muck
When I’m drunk like to knuck
Turn green like the Hulk, protein
A lot of bulk
We going off-road (Yigh yigh yigh)
Going to do a little sasquatch hunting
Watch him start running when
The pumps start dumpin' (yeah)
Off-road (Yigh yigh yigh)
Tell a few stories while we
Sitting by the fire (Eh)
Go back to the city with
Some mud on the tires
Going to do a little sasquatch hunting
Watch him start running when
The pumps start dumpin' (yeah)
Off-road (Yigh yigh yigh)
Tell a few stories while we
Sitting by the fire (Eh)
Go back to the city with
Some mud on the tires
Southern slur in my words
Up early with the birds
Lil' mama over the pot
I just sit back and watch
Her special seasoning, that’s it
A lil' cheese in the grit
I’m a lil' older, I admit
But that ain't no reason to quit
I go off road with the RaRa
Chopper sound like Chewbacca
Slide to Brunswick, have some fun
With them two boys, guess who shot ya
In the woods, no Wi-Fi, buck and you go
"Bye bye"
And my battle cry go, "Yigh-yigh-yigh-yigh!"
Get money!
Curses my verses, folks die behind lies
Southern pride when I slide
Skyline pink when I ride
Water hose in my jeans, no shoes in the sun
Houseboats in the lake, jet-skis in the water
CBD Sunday drive, we flyin' and swervin'
Offroad Suburban, that pecan bourbon
I don't give a hot damn
Them chitlins in the pot
We smokin' that foot, we sittin' on the porch
We going off-road (Yigh yigh yigh)
Going to do a little sasquatch hunting
Watch him start running when
The pumps start dumpin' (yeah)
Off-road (Yigh yigh yigh)
Tell a few stories while we
Sitting by the fire (Eh)
Go back to the city with
Some mud on the tires
It's just us and the beasts
We like big game to these creatures
I'm not playing with you fuckers
So I brought my street sweeper
Whether gangsters and killers
So-called thugs and wig splitters
Plenty talking no action, that's
What I thought, tongue wrestling
Buckshot, then a slug Poker face mean mug
Stupid gassed by the atmosphere
Got the shine by the jug
Lamb chops on the fire
Throw some shrooms in the gravy
Tied up the fugazi
That city life be so crazy
I throw my middle finger to the night
Get it hype it’s the morning, still yawning
Ready to ride through the mud
What I love is my girl and my truck
Get it up
Bust a shot at a buck, hope I don’t get stuck
When I’m shooting, better duck
Gotta have some good luck
'Cause, I really don’t give a fuck
Country corn get shuck
Dripping dirt out the muck
When I’m drunk like to knuck
Turn green like the Hulk, protein
A lot of bulk
We going off-road (Yigh yigh yigh)
Going to do a little sasquatch hunting
Watch him start running when
The pumps start dumpin' (yeah)
Off-road (Yigh yigh yigh)
Tell a few stories while we
Sitting by the fire (Eh)
Go back to the city with
Some mud on the tires