Ludacris - Country sh** (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Ludacris] I've been waiting to tell them about this country sh** I'mma learn ya! You ready? Luda! [Verse 1: Ludacris] Let me tell you about these old-school Chevys Cadillacs, SS Impalas, if you smoking then We got more sacks than Troy Polamalu Your partners want some quarters My partners want some keys In Atlanta we get that paper, can you haters say "cheese"? 10,000 watt amps, 6 15-inch kickers My truck bumpin' like injecting a**-shots, like a stripper No insurance on these whips, tags all outdated I might not be sh** to you, but my momma thinks I made it We gon' ball 'til we fall or this Conjure get us wasted And I never drink that white, all my women think I'm racist On that brown with the twist, tell these hoes to reminisce That my name is Ludacris and I'm like "b**h!" [Hook: Big KRIT] Let me tell you bout this Super fly dirty dirty Third coast muddy water Shawty pop that p**y if ya wanna Let me tell you bout this Old school pourin' lean Candied yams and collard greens Pocket fulla stones riding clean Let me tell you bout this country sh** Country country sh** Let me tell you bout this country sh** Country country sh** Let me tell you bout this country sh** Country country sh** Let me tell you bout this country sh** Country country sh** Country country sh** [Verse 2: Big KRIT] I told 'em, "aw man hold up" Country is what country does M-I-crooked letter, ho Who you know do it better, folk? Pull up, hop out: clean, in my old-school time machine Keep a parachute for this altitude Cause when you riding this high, make it hard to breathe May Day, hollering out payday Knockin' pictures off the wall when I creep Pros get wet as f** when I speak Southern drawl, it's just the way it be Heavy like sumo, numero uno Pourin' up brown, she sipping on nuvo Pimpin' so cold, never trick on a ho Outer space with the flow like I'm living on Pluto, you know b**h, I'm UGK influenced Slow it down, chop, chop and screw it for the folk in Texas That forever reckon with the styrofoam cup and the purple fluid Return of 4eva, I thought you knew it Country sh**, that's all I see That's all I know, that's all I feel That's all I am, that's all I'll be [Hook: Big KRIT] [Verse 3: Bun B] Candy painted ‘Lac Biarritz Sitting on 24's - Vogue Pull up on my scene and I mack your b**h It ain't hard to tell, I suppose she chose To send over the clothes, the wigs and shoes This Charlie Sheen pimping too big to lose Roll with trues and keep girls in twos Boy, you must've heard wrong, why you be confused? See, I'm the big brother of Sweet James I know all about these street games But the trick gon' pay, the chick gon' say So she can't lie about what she bring I'm certified like USDA Representing Texas, straight up out the PA Graduated the School of Hard Knocks with a BA Right under the nose of the Vice and the DA Anything we say, take it as law, n***a When I'm in the booth, no rubber, I'm raw, n***a Talk about getting busted in your jaw, n***a Like I'm your pa, run go tell your ma, n***a No flaw n***a, 100% old school know gla** house, I'm under the tint Ask anybody here who running this sh** It's Big Bun in this b**h [Hook: Big KRIT]