E.S.G. - Country Life lyrics

[E.S.G.] Just cause we live in the country Doesn't mean that we slow [Mikee] Hey Hey Country life Southern strife What gives you the damn right To come pointin' fingers down at me My life is so, slow [Verse 1: E.S.G.] I live that C-O The U-N The T to the R to the Y The E to the S to the G be screamin' south side til I die (South side) See I ride With Carlos, should I say the SPM A six-three Hot to be, I almost cracked my damned rims I swang and bang, I do my thang Mary Jane be in my brain Codeine in the cup Got 20"s in the truck Hold up Country life, we got horses and chickens But our chickens transform Into ounces in the kitchen I ain't snitchin' I'm spittin' on what we do in southern life Candy cars, ghetto stars, we sip and ballin' all night Shootin' dice, bangin' and breakin', and doin' my thang, all night I paid the price To have my teeth filled with ice Look twice, you might get blinded by the way my diamonds glistenin' E.S.G.'s who I be Boy, I'm country like chitlins Eatin' cornbread, I'm gon' fed, Kenny Red ain't no joke A Last Resort like Papa Roach Pa** the sweet and let's smoke, cause, uh Chorus: Mikee Country life Southern strife What gives you the damn right To come pointin' fingers down at me My life is so Hey, hey Country life Southern strife What gives you the damn right To come pointin' fingers down at me My life is so, slow [Verse 2: Mikee] Got to keep, on truckin' baby, to the end Cause we got to make it through You see I know these KKK's They on my trail They searched my room Country life ain't all what it seems And Some of y'all think it's a motherf**in' dream, but I got Many problems on my mind My weed tolerance is down And I can't get high Besides that It's hot as hell outside The temperature keeps on risin' And I ain't got A/C in my ride I don't abide I ain't the one I ain't the dumb Country man that you really think I am Country life Repeat Chorus [Verse 3: South Park Mexican] I'm the country bumpkin, comin' out the south-uh Rascal like Spanky and Bash is Alfalfa Pull it up, out ya Ki's in my couch-ah Eight in my fam, I don't give a damn about ya Yowza, yowza, I sleep with the cows-ah Rattlesnakes and crickets in my overall trowsers Got my own stable Own record label Sittin' on the table, eating steak and potatoes (Sip) Sippin' on syrup Pickin' your girl up Take her to my trailer and she make my toes curl up Silence them boys when they see my toys My dooley On twenty-two inch chrome alloys Got a 'Burban that I stretched to fit twenty-four people Call me Chico with security that look like Deebo I used to hang in clubs sellin' tapes in the restrooms Now I float in the boat with six bedrooms Repeat Chorus