SMO, Upchurch - Where You From lyrics
[SMO, Upchurch - Where You From lyrics]
Sha, you know we leaders in this shit
We know the way, go the way
And show the way to those who follow hahaha
Come take a walk, see where we from
It's been a long time comin'
(Come on) and this boy's still drummin'
Hell I bet you motherfuckers thought
You saw the end comin'
Been an artist in this market
While y'all just gettin' started
Separated from the fakes call
Them my dearly departed
I'm best under stress so
I'm fuckin' with friction
With a tank full of gas on
The road with the riches
In a jacked up Chevy with
A cab full of bitches
Slingin' mud on the world country
Boy on a mission i'm from Tennessee and it
Pumps through my veins
Where barbed wire replaces concrete
And the chains where handshakes are hugs
We fly our own flags
The home of homegrown and trailer park labs
I just hit up Church told him
Meet me at the led out i'll be in the K5 you
Should bring the Vette out
Seein' folks Snapchattin' live when
We get out tennessee country boys the rest
Are just sell outs
Where you from
Where I'm from, the sticks of the Ten
And I can take you several
Places most people never been where you from
Where I'm from, the heart of the south
Where a fist of sweet potato
Pie can shut your mouth where we from
Where we from
The land of the mud and if you want it
Best believe you can get it from us
Where we from
Where we from dirt roads and backwoods by
The county line round them Tennessee hood
I'm from that boggin' dirty Chevy
Swervin' 26's on the Bourban
Hit the stage like Elvis Presley you
Won't ever catch me nervous
Got creek water in the Mason jar
Them stop signs got bullet holes
Where dead bodies get covered up
By rednecks with them backhoes
From an itty bitty town in
The middle of the map
Where the Chevrolet shine and
The tailpipes clap when I ride through town
Girls break they neck
Tryna' get a little glimpse of
The man in black
Smoke rollin' out of that cracked glass
Like tobacco farms on a back road
Craigslist game lookin' too strong
And the bow shot in my front yard
I ain't ever had no wish game
But I roll in a 58 bitch thing
Your girl wanna ride like a puppy dog
But shit I forgot that bitch name
Got a devil and she smile
With these snake skins
You might get the venom if you mess with me
I'm on my Big Smo shit bitch
When I'm kickin' it in Tennessee
I'm a boss reppin' square dancin'
Square body mud slingin'
Shit talkin' gun sprayin' Cheatham
County crazy hen
With a little hint of that Bocephus
Want some than come see us
I stay lookin' for them throats so slit
Everyday I wake up it's huntin' season
Where you from
Where I'm from, small town in the pines
With guns like the military
Everyone of them mine where you from
Where I'm from, my home sweet home
Them 32 acres every inch I own where we from
That volunteer state what you see is what you
Get we'll bring it straight to your face
Where we from where we from
From Bedford to Cheatham
My people like your people and they
Gon' swarm when we need 'em
Aw yeah
Man these punks ain't got shit on us Smo
What these fuckers know 'bout
That Tennessee shit yeah
Tri-star motherfucker
We know the way, go the way
And show the way to those who follow hahaha
Come take a walk, see where we from
It's been a long time comin'
(Come on) and this boy's still drummin'
Hell I bet you motherfuckers thought
You saw the end comin'
Been an artist in this market
While y'all just gettin' started
Separated from the fakes call
Them my dearly departed
I'm best under stress so
I'm fuckin' with friction
With a tank full of gas on
The road with the riches
In a jacked up Chevy with
A cab full of bitches
Slingin' mud on the world country
Boy on a mission i'm from Tennessee and it
Pumps through my veins
Where barbed wire replaces concrete
And the chains where handshakes are hugs
We fly our own flags
The home of homegrown and trailer park labs
I just hit up Church told him
Meet me at the led out i'll be in the K5 you
Should bring the Vette out
Seein' folks Snapchattin' live when
We get out tennessee country boys the rest
Are just sell outs
Where you from
Where I'm from, the sticks of the Ten
And I can take you several
Places most people never been where you from
Where I'm from, the heart of the south
Where a fist of sweet potato
Pie can shut your mouth where we from
Where we from
The land of the mud and if you want it
Best believe you can get it from us
Where we from
Where we from dirt roads and backwoods by
The county line round them Tennessee hood
I'm from that boggin' dirty Chevy
Swervin' 26's on the Bourban
Hit the stage like Elvis Presley you
Won't ever catch me nervous
Got creek water in the Mason jar
Them stop signs got bullet holes
Where dead bodies get covered up
By rednecks with them backhoes
From an itty bitty town in
The middle of the map
Where the Chevrolet shine and
The tailpipes clap when I ride through town
Girls break they neck
Tryna' get a little glimpse of
The man in black
Smoke rollin' out of that cracked glass
Like tobacco farms on a back road
Craigslist game lookin' too strong
And the bow shot in my front yard
I ain't ever had no wish game
But I roll in a 58 bitch thing
Your girl wanna ride like a puppy dog
But shit I forgot that bitch name
Got a devil and she smile
With these snake skins
You might get the venom if you mess with me
I'm on my Big Smo shit bitch
When I'm kickin' it in Tennessee
I'm a boss reppin' square dancin'
Square body mud slingin'
Shit talkin' gun sprayin' Cheatham
County crazy hen
With a little hint of that Bocephus
Want some than come see us
I stay lookin' for them throats so slit
Everyday I wake up it's huntin' season
Where you from
Where I'm from, small town in the pines
With guns like the military
Everyone of them mine where you from
Where I'm from, my home sweet home
Them 32 acres every inch I own where we from
That volunteer state what you see is what you
Get we'll bring it straight to your face
Where we from where we from
From Bedford to Cheatham
My people like your people and they
Gon' swarm when we need 'em
Aw yeah
Man these punks ain't got shit on us Smo
What these fuckers know 'bout
That Tennessee shit yeah
Tri-star motherfucker