Upchurch - Dirty Boys lyrics

Let the BandPlay
I'm 'bout to spit some fast shit
(One time for the dirty boys)
Chatham County bitch!
(yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I grew up on the old
Shit y'all already know this
I never thought somebody from my
Town would get noticed
Everybody try but eventually they all quit
And either went to college or they
Work up at the saw mill hip-hop country
How the fuck you think I feel
Got people lookin' at me thinkin'
That I'm not for real
Bitch, I got four wheels
Turned down four deals four good buddies
With the four blue flame steels
Redneck shit to the maximum
Shit, I'm tellin' my story just rappin' 'em


As a genre nobody can even fathom us
'Cause, it's three separate
Things just smashin' (What?)
A little bit of country
Little bit of hip-hop
Little bit of rock at the
Bottom of the ridge top
White smokin' shit like I'm
Motherfuckin' Ken Block holla watcha wanna
But I'm always makin' shit pop
RHEC until my motherfuckin' heart stop
I say it 'cause I mean it
'til my motherfuckin' heart stop
Redneck bone in a '89 rag top
Ya boy gettin' famous from a god dang laptop
Rollin', lookin' clean like
A life-sized Matchbox ex girl, hit my line
Turned into a missed call
You can call me Trump 'cause I'm
Buildin' me a big wall
Blockin' out you haters while I'm
Grabbin' on my white balls

One time for the dirty boys
Loud square bodies out makin' all the noise
One time for the dirty boys
River rats lookin' nasty
Smokin' all the joints
One time for the police
Always bustin' parties at the Ranchettes
Tryin' to chase me
Mustang GT, hippie chick with me
Puffing on some green, bumpin' MGMT (Ha)

Every single person who ever told
Me that I couldn't
Gets a middle finger from me and
Callin' me when they shouldn't
They're pushy and overlookin' but now
I'm more than a rookie
And makin' my county noticed for
Somethin' other than druggies, yeah
(Aww yeah)
Dixie Flag on the front porch (What?)
Country boy hotter than the tip
Of a damn blow torch fuck a Rolls Royce
I'd rather drive a Monte Carlo with
A cowl induction hood boy (Hood boy)
I'm from the woods boy
Rollin' in the woods toy
Talkin' slow and workin' ain't the
Only thing I'm good for
Tougher than an old Ford, quit sports
Still score pickin' up the farmers daughter
Freakin' on the front porch
Landscapin' shit while I'm rollin'
Up a whole log
Last day of senior year, shit, I was too gone
Knew I had to find myself
Off in this old world
And I was gonna yell it 'til
A bunch of people all heard
Redneck spittin' blue flame with
The pen though never had a bunch of friends
Always had my kinfolk
Rollin' six deep in the F-150
I don't need an image
'cause the image came natural
Small town shit till I don't breathe
A bunch of attention brother I don't need
A bunch of fake friends I don't seek
And money ain't about shit
Except for old greed
And I don't need a mansion
By a big white beach
Gimme a fuckin' double wide
By an old-ass creek
This is how I was raised and I'll always be
Southside, Cheatham County, middle Tennessee

One time for the dirty boys
Loud square bodies out makin' all the noise
One time for the dirty boys
River rats lookin' nasty
Smokin' all the joints
One time for the police
Always bustin' parties at the Ranchettes
Tryin' to chase me
Mustang GT, hippie chick with me
Puffing on some green, bumpin' MGMT (Ha)
One time for the dirty boys
One time for the dirty boys dirty Boys
One time for the dirty boys