Upchurch - Necks Too Red lyrics
[Upchurch - Necks Too Red lyrics]
Neck too red my neck's too red
My town ninety percent white
Blame God for my Southern roots
Thank him also 'cause I got the juice
Leavin' marks all on these music dudes
Like burnouts do with a 302
We them, we them, we them holler boys
Tatted-up, missin' teeth and scars, gang
Shit off the front, boy
Grew up on a blow torch
We didn't know no Scott Storch
All we knew was Highland Rim
Case of beer and some race cars
Alpha male with the straight bars
Dixie made me do it like I do
And if you got a problem
With my side of town
Just know we ain't finna budge for you
They gon' have to wait 'til I die
I done made it up too high
With this system, I won't comply
No rich folks can bribe me with rides
I done bought 'em all, left 'em in a field
Shit my daily-driver is a rat rod
The day I's born in Music City is
The day that mainstream got outlawed
Give the Devil death stares
I ain't never scared
Roll with me or without me, either way
I'm still here
Yeah, I'm still here, goin' on like ten years
Up-mother-motherfuckin'-church, 615 'til I'm
Outta here
They said my neck's too red
Yeah, they said my dream was a dead end
They said people like me don't trend
Said my slang won't ever get aired
They said my neck was too red
Neck too red, boy, your neck's too red
My neck's too red
My town ninety percent white
Blame God for my Southern roots
Thank him also 'cause I got the juice
Leavin' marks all on these music dudes
Like burnouts do with a 302
We them, we them, we them holler boys
Tatted-up, missin' teeth and scars, gang
Shit off the front, boy
Grew up on a blow torch
We didn't know no Scott Storch
All we knew was Highland Rim
Case of beer and some race cars
Alpha male with the straight bars
Dixie made me do it like I do
And if you got a problem
With my side of town
Just know we ain't finna budge for you
They gon' have to wait 'til I die
I done made it up too high
With this system, I won't comply
No rich folks can bribe me with rides
I done bought 'em all, left 'em in a field
Shit my daily-driver is a rat rod
The day I's born in Music City is
The day that mainstream got outlawed
Give the Devil death stares
I ain't never scared
Roll with me or without me, either way
I'm still here
Yeah, I'm still here, goin' on like ten years
Up-mother-motherfuckin'-church, 615 'til I'm
Outta here
They said my neck's too red
Yeah, they said my dream was a dead end
They said people like me don't trend
Said my slang won't ever get aired
They said my neck was too red
Neck too red, boy, your neck's too red
My neck's too red