Bubba Sparxxx - Down Yonder lyrics

[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx {I4NI}] Big ol' trucks, big ol' guns And you can bet yo' a** we don't run (we don't run!) I keep an ice cold beer and two bad broads Now let me tell ya about where I'm from (where you from boy?) {Down yonderrrrr} Down yonder baby Where we screamin "eye for an eye" (i-yi-yi) {Down yonderrrrr} Down yonder baby We don't die, we multiply (i-yi-yi) [Bubba Sparxxx] Yeah, ahh We descended from a long line of renegades From dirt roads to two lanes to interstates From share croppin to coppin them Rocky Ridge trucks We came a long way baby, you gotta get up The New South, the old struggle, the new hustle sponsored links The money come, if you nurture it you'd do double The whiskey flows, we guzzle it, and hunt trouble We had a problem I'd let you know it, it wasn't subtle We send them big trucks way up in the air And snatch up big booty Bettys by the pair My boys and dem boys really don't compare Country boy, city slick, get it anywhere Over there, down yonder, no that ain't thunder Big block, loud pipes, 808 drummer Sour diesel, easin on up out the sunroof Coors Light all blue, what it do fool? [Chorus] [I4NI] Now let me talk to 'em, paint 'em a visual They're seein one way not usin they peripherals See it how I see it, walk in my shoes And if the shoe fits then wear it cause I'm talkin to you! Yeah, don't play with them boys, I'm tellin you right now It's more than just music, that's really the lifestyle Big ol' trucks, replace the hubcaps Mickey Thompson tires equipped with the mudflaps (yeah) Sittin jacked up, and if you act up Big ol' guns, and a whole lot of backup So don't pull it 'less you're gonna shoot it City slick but still country rooted I'm still the undisputed, voice, for them boys down yonder All about the family, loyalty and honor By any means we defend our perimeter Party all night and go have lunch with the senator! [Chorus] [I4NI] Yeah, Chevy sittin high lookin like I'm grave-digger Overtime in the game I get paid quicker And my people with me, all of them are made figures And we don't run, so don't play with us Winchester in my window, that's my .30-30 Better watch what you get into in the dirty-dirty We grow a little gra**, we have a good time We ferment the mash, here have some moonshine Fill up your gla**, and just sip it slow Now do-si-do, if you don't know it this is how it goes You grab lil' mama by the hand and just hit the flo' And get to movin around, feel it from head to toe (yee-haw!) I keep that Lynyrd Skynyrd comin out my stereo We good ol' boys, these people know us everywhere we go So I be good to 'em, it's I-4-N-I Where I reside we don't die, we just multiply [Chorus]