(Hey) East coast west coast Its all country Dirty south midwest Its all country Leave the city go out back Into the country We're all country From the first breath of life We're all country Until the day that we die We're all country So hop in your ride And get back to the country back to the country West coast Where they gay k** a cali outlaw Wild west king like colt in the south y'all Cash tattoo with the flat bell flipped Country on my whiskey like a pistol grip Im John Wayne with the gauge I ain't walking the line I got my trigger finger itchy off a bottle of shine Cause we shooting clay pigeons from the bed of a step side Bumping Dwight Yoakam out the window yelling west side Spinning like a wagon wheel Momma come and rock me All the ladies love me I'm a homed a** honky He hook em like they book em Every time that I spit one Yea we all country no matter where you fish from (Hey) East coast west coast Its all country Dirty south midwest Its all country Leave the city go out back Into the country We're all country From the first breath of life We're all country Until the day that we die We're all country So hop in your ride And get back to the country back to the country Im a boy thats baptized in blue collar blood Now it pumps through my veins As I storm through the mud Through 50 different states The peoples all the same Just different faces The shine still burning flame Its so contagious This country rap thing now All this pop artists riding in my lane now See me on youtube with millions of viewers So they that they can do everything that we doing I've been certified countrified spit since 1999 Homicide with the rhymes Mad cause I live the life With all my kin folk It's our time to shine American outlaws Since birth we ride (Hey) East coast west coast Its all country Dirty south midwest Its all country Leave the city go out back Into the country We're all country From the first breath of life We're all country Until the day that we die We're all country So hop in your ride And get back to the country back to the country I'm from jersey Worthy has anyone heard Entitled to be called country from Raised on a berry farm Very armed and dangerous so just carry on No matter where you from You can carry the country baton Country's on every continent and every state Just a country girl with a buck on her tailgate Windows down blaring Miranda and George Straight Riding jacked up in a truck that don't play Theres a backroad in every city So go get nitty gritty with those hillbillies You don't need a la**o to live this Now tell me Do y'all feel me (Hey) East coast west coast Its all country Dirty south midwest Its all country Leave the city go out back Into the country We're all country From the first breath of life We're all country Until the day that we die We're all country So hop in your ride And get back to the country back to the country Yeah Look at them Now Look at us Everybody that I know is riding in pick up trucks Its the south savior with a country flavor Ride with cali and this cutie from Jersey you heard me We got that common thread It's like a family tradition What you've been missing We given cause country how I'm living I'm so hank Willy With a little bit Earle A lot of Waylon and possum That ain't no way to stop em Im like superman I got girls that super fans Riding my super duty My girl got super booty I'm just a redneck trying to cash a paycheck Some blue collar Holler if you heard that (Hey) East coast west coast Its all country Dirty south midwest Its all country Leave the city go out back Into the country We're all country From the first breath of life We're all country Until the day that we die We're all country So hop in your ride And get back to the country back to the country