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Clarence Bucaro – Child Of War Lyrics

who is there to feed you when you’re father’s gone? where can you find hope child of war? Is he used and abandoned in a game that replays
Why does a child strap on a bomb? Blood for blood, limb for limb
when there’s no way out vengeance wins
what do you see through those eyes? when you learn that people disappear so fast
in a world where lives end in a flash
How will you grow up child of war? you have to learn to steal and learn to run
cant look back at who you’re stealing from
who is there to feed you when you’re father’s gone? CLARENCE BUCAROChild Of War Lyrics
How do you grow up, child of war? What you see today, may be gone tomorrow
mercy’s a stranger when you only know sorrow
where can you find hope, child of war? What do you see through those eyes? what do you see through those eyes? Where is your hope, child of war? Why does a child pick up a gun? Why does a child strap on a bomb? who is there to feed you when you’re father’s gone? how do you grow up, child of war? Does he picture glory in a future grey?

Kesha – Who Do You Love Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I feel it in my bones, feel it til’ I turn green
Gettin’ me all pissy ’cause I see you watchin’
The vixen in the black, the seductive glare
Prowlin’ back and forth, dominatin’ your world
[Pre-Chorus]
You look at her (you look at her)
You talk to me (you talk to me)
I talk to you, you’re not listening
You never listen, God
You’re so obviously staring
I can’t stand and watch
[Chorus]
Baby, baby, who do you love? She is foxy, but I see you drooling
All over yourself, watching your little siren
In the shadows, like an evil lion
[Pre-Chorus]
I look at her, I want her too
To disappear (go away)
Into the air (go away)
I want to claw her, I want to bite her
I want to tear her all to pieces
[Chorus]
Baby, baby, who do you love? Who do you love? Tell me Oh, we’re gonna kick your ass, baby
If you go and look at another lady
Keep your eyes off her dirty tuti
Or I’ll show you who the motherfucking boss is
[Outro]
I’m with you
And you’re staring at her
Who do you love? Who do you love? I wanna know, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 3]
Jealousy inside of me
It’s eating me inside-out
Got me foaming at the mouth
Girls, can I hear you shout? Who do you love? I gotta know, oh, oh, oh
I gotta know, oh, oh (ooh, baby, baby)
Baby, baby, if you want my love (who do you love?)
I wanna know, oh, oh, oh
Baby, baby, who do you love? I wanna know, oh, oh, oh
[Verse 2]
Oh, baby, baby
Can I ask you what exactly you are doing? Who do you love? I gotta know, oh, oh, oh
I gotta know, oh, oh (ooh, baby, baby)
Baby, baby, if you want my love
I wanna know, oh, oh, oh
Baby, baby, who do you love?

Kesha – This Is Me Breaking Up With You Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh
It’s such a shame
To do this before you see my trashy lingerie
But I think you’re lame
Won’t listen what I wanna do
You’re never game
So I’ll see you later, Alligator
[Chorus:]
This is me breaking up with you
This is me breaking up with you
This is me tellin’ ya baby
Sorry, but we’re through
Oh
This is me breaking up with you
[Verse 2]
I’m so over you
I’m too tired and too busy
You’re actin’ like a tool
And always on the phone
When you try and leave, you’re too long
P.S. [Chorus]
This is me breaking up with you
This is me breaking up with you
This is me tellin’ ya baby
Sorry but we’re through
Oh
This is me breaking up with you
[Bridge]
This is me
Breaking up with you
This is me
Breaking up with you
This is me
Breaking up with you
This is me
Breaking up with you
[Chorus]
This is me breaking up with you
This is me breaking up with you
This is me tellin’ ya baby
Sorry but we’re through
Oh
This is me breaking up with you
This is me breaking up with you
This is me breaking up with you in it
Could you tell when I was faking?

Kesha – Vampire Lyrics

Where do you run before at the dawn’s first light? [Verse 2]
Lacey curtains on my window flutter in the wind
When the room gets icy cold, I know you’re coming in
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
[Verse 3]
It’s hard to tell out in this crazy town
It’s hard to know sometimes what’s real
I never know when you would come around
I never know just how I’d feel
[Verse 4]
Lacey curtains on my window flutter in the wind
When the room gets icy cold, I know you’re coming in
My heart pounds, anticipating loving you again
When I feel your snow white fingers touching on my skin
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
[Verse 5]
Lacey curtains on my window flutter in the wind
When the room gets icy cold, I know you’re coming in
My hearts pounds, anticipating loving you again
When I feel your snow white fingers touching on my skin
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
[Outro]
Didn’t I hold you in my arms last night? Why do you come back after dark? [Verse 1]
Didn’t I hold you in my arms last night? Didn’t I open up my heart?

Tupac Classic Hummer Back On Auction Here Is How You Can Get It

The anonymous bidder from Ohio never came through with the dough so the truck is now back on the auction block, TMZ reported. The auction ends within a week from now on August 17. Someone bought the 1996 Hummer in May of last year for $337,000 which was about three times the original asking price. You can bid on the Hummer through RR Auctions and the starting bid is roughly $100,000 which is much more closer to what it was originally being fetched for. Tupac‘s classic Hummer is back on the auction market and here is how you can get your hands on it. A number of other Tupac Shakur’s memorabilia and prized possessions are currently on the auction market.

Moonshine Bandits – Take Her To The Country Lyrics

MOONSHINE BANDITSTake Her To The Country Lyrics
Out in California
Oh out in California
Out in California
Out in California when the sun goes down
We go driving on the outside of town
All geared up for a saturday night
Baby jump in the trunk better hold on tight
Cause I’m a take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the coun-try
Dirt roads lets go
Jump in the truck come on baby lets roll
Say dirt roads lets go
Jump in the truck come on baby lets roll
Now I take her to the country and it ain’t for sleeping
We get to drinkin’ ya know what I’m thinkin’
Windows foggin’ an’ the tailgate squeakin’
We could hit the country every god damn weekend
Hain’t the third turn it up full blast
Thong on the wheel black bra on the dash
Ain’t know one around when we rollin’ in the grass
So you can be loud when I’m smackin’ that ooh
I’m oh take you to the country girl
I’m oh take you to the country girl
I’m oh take you to the country girl
I’m oh take you to the country
Out in California when the sun goes down
We go driving on the outside of town
All geared up for a saturday night
Baby jump in the trunk better hold on tight
Cause I’m a take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the coun-try
I seen you at the bar last saturday night
You gave me your card and I think it’s about time
Oh out in the woods I’m gonna take
The river bed is where I’ll lay you
Under the moonlight is where I’ll save you and you will save me too
I seen you at the movies and I seen you walk those streets
And I see you every single night in all my fantasies
So let’s jump in my truck and we’ll drive away
Slow down and I’ll find us a pile of haystacks
Climb to the top and I’ll lay you back
And make love til the sun comes up yeah
Out in California when the sun goes down
We go driving on the outside of town
All geared up for a saturday night
Baby jump in the trunk better hold on tight
Cause I’m a take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the coun-try
Sticks to the hood, tailgate and mattress
Sweep ’em back with a bottle of jack
Get sunset stars so we can make a raquet
Bang you in the bumper let big tex slap it
Slap it tap it hidden in the bush
Take another sip cause I love it when you buzz
Ain’t no holdin’ hands, got no time for love
We in the backroads [?]
Know what girl, Imma gonna take you out to the sticks
Know what girl, Imma gonna take you out to the pit
I’m a hit it to the drum when the fifteen hits
In a pile of hay or a pile of bricks cause
I’m oh take you to the country girl
I’m oh take you to the country girl
I’m oh take you to the country girl
I’m oh take you to the country
Out in California when the sun goes down
We go driving on the outside of town
All geared up for a saturday night
Baby jump in the trunk better hold on tight
Cause I’m a take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the country
I’m oh take you to the coun-try
Out in California
Oh out in California
California

Moonshine Bandits – Pass The Ammo Lyrics

MOONSHINE BANDITSPass The Ammo Lyrics
There’s a storm on the horizon and
My adrenalines running wild
But I got my brothers standing next to me
So praise the lord and
Pass the ammo
Stars Stripes and Camo
There’s a price to be paid
To stay free
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to fight
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to cry
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to die
I do it for my family and
Do it for my pride
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to fight
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to cry
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to die
I do it for my family and
Do it for my pride
Laid up in this bunker
Rosary on my neck
I do this for my family and
The colors I respect
They forgotten those cowards took the towers down
You can bet I ain’t gonna hesitate to put em in the ground
Clutching on my rifle
Ammo by my side
Clutching on my bible
I do it for my pride
I’m trained to be fearless
I fear the unknown
Give my love to my family and
I’ll see them when I’m home
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to fight
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to cry
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to die
I do it for my family and
Do it for my pride
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to fight
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to cry
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to die
I do it for my family and
Do it for my pride
Proud of my county
Its the land of the free
Your enemies my enemies
Together we bleed
Your sister
Your brother your cousin whatever
Your families
My family in the trenches together
Pistol by my side with my rosary beads
Bible by my ammo man I hope He is watching me
Overseas overnight if I die I know its right
Freedom ain’t free
Pass the ammo
Let’s ride
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to fight
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to cry
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to die
I do it for my family and
Do it for my pride
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to fight
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to cry
Pass me the ammo ain’t afraid to die
I do it for my family and
Do it for my pride

Moonshine Bandits – She’s Crazy Lyrics

MOONSHINE BANDITSShe’s Crazy Lyrics
Get a little whiskey in her
And she goes a little crazy
I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t love it
She’s hard shot slammin’
Then she’s bar top dancin’
And I just can’t get enough of it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s the kinda girl I’m takin’ drinkin’ on the weekend
Seeing Journey dive bar, don’t stop believin’
Bloody Marys in the mornin’
Football Sunday
Both know we’re hurtin’ when we’re workin’ on a Monday
Love those family ties to her small town roots
She’s got a lotta pride in those cowgirl boots
Dancin’ on the tabletops
I love it how she moves
She’s my kinda girl cause she loves to get it loose
Get a little whiskey in her
And she goes a little crazy
I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t love it
She’s hard shot slammin’
Then she’s bar top dancin’
An I just can’t get enough of it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
Love it how she mixes with the straight shot whiskey
Shotgun ridin’ in my Ford 350
Listens to some rock but she loves to bump country
Loves drinkin’ whiskey but she hates drinkin’ bubbly
Pinky finger down put her middle finger up
Once she slams one down she’ll be fillin’ up a cup
Same ole truck that the farm boys drive
Cause a country girl can survive
Get a little whiskey in her
And she goes a little crazy
An I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t love it
She’s hard shot slammin’
Then she’s bar top dancin’
And I just can’t get enough of it
Get a little whiskey in her
And she goes a little crazy
An I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t love it
She’s hard shot slammin’
Then she’s bar top dancin’
And I just can’t get enough of it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it

Lacs – Field Party Lyrics (feat. Jj Lawhorn)

Rippin up them dirt roads,
Stirrin up them cattle. It’s goin down field party style. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. Show you where to make shine at as long as y’all don’t tattle. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. Bad broads with tanned legs,
Raised up on cornbread. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. Hit em up and get em up and tell this whole damn town. It’s goin down,
Field party style. Let’s get it crunk and do it right,
We gon crank it all night. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. So crank up them eighteens as loud as they can get. It’s goin down. It’s goin down field party style. Got the grilled fired up,
Cookin every kind of meat. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. Here it’s goin down,
Down field party style. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. Come one,
Come all,
That’s how we do it in the south. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. It’s goin down field party style. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. It’s goin down. It’s goin down field party style. Bout thirty miles from anything,
The law ain’t hearin shit. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. We got them tailgates down and the shots goin round. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. They drinkin on that hunch punch,
Fore long they start to flaunt it. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. LACSField Party Lyrics (feat. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. We got the bonfire blowin,
The crowd is steady growin,
Five thousand plus will be here before you know it. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. Y’all get drunk and show out,
Cut lose and go out. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. Party around that bonfire,
Horseshoes and corn hoe,
Roped off with barbed wire. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. We got Harleys over here,
Mud trucks over there,
Red necks and hill billys bout every damn where. Tell your mom and old man,
They can bring the whole nine. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. Jj Lawhorn)
You damn right,
It’s Friday night. Rebel red bikini tops,
Man you know you want it. Dancin with them daisy dukes,
All they do is turn heads. We got the freaks in bikinis headed down to the creek. All we need is a field and we’ll turn the party out. Got big kegs and chub beers. It’s goin down,
It’s goin down,
Field party style. It’s goin down. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. It’s goin down.

Moonshine Bandits – Sweet Home California Lyrics

MOONSHINE BANDITSSweet Home California Lyrics
Turn it up
Woooow woooow wooooo
It’s the wild wild west the wild wild west
It’s the wild wild west
It’s the wild wild west it’s the wild wild west
I’d like to welcome everybody to the wild wild west
The sunshine state where we get krunk the best
From the Bay to L.A., Sac-Town and back
Through the Valley of the Cali keep the kegs on tap
And if the party’s gonna pop then the party gonna crack
And the party don’t stop; Cali got my back
We got them big boy 4 bys, rolling with Guiness
Them low rider riders that are rolling with switches
Gangsters, skaters, bikers, strippers
Lakers, Raiders, Niners, Clippers
Choppers, coppers, can I get a witness? Come on ma, you know why you want to hit this
Sixteen switches on an Eldo-rad-io
Smoke down windows with a banging audio
This how we roll when we roll when we roll
You know how we blow when we blow that dro
Cali Coast
Sweet Home California, Califo-hor-nia
Where my skies are always blue (where my skies are always blue)
Sweet home California, sweet home, oh yeah
I love coming home to you
Lord I’m coming home to you
Now my old town is like every small town, on the wild west coast
We get rowdy and we cut loose, we some bad ass dudes
Intoxicated from the whiskey (oh yeah), intoxicated from the rhythm and blues
(Let me help you sing, let me help you sing)
Moonshine go coast to coast
We gonna sing songs play show to show
And we keep on moving down the yellow state
Slanging CDs out the tail gate
We going state to state for the place that we from
The town that we run, the sound that we brung
You can hear our sound all around the globe, but there’s only one place that we call home and that’s…
Sweet Home California, Califo-hor-nia
Where my skies are always blue (where my skies are always blue)
Sweet home California, sweet home, oh yeah
I love coming home to you
Lord I’m coming home to you
I’m in the In & Out Burger then I’m hitting the club
I’m in the Pink Poodle, San-ho gettin’ some love
I’m in the Arco on Saxscot box above
I’m in my black cadillac bumping California love
I’m in the GB-freed in the SBC watching SF play against OAK
I’m in the LBC then the SAC but homie it’s still all C to the A
I’m in the floor seats with Jack Nichol watching the game
I’m in the LBC with ol’ Jesse James
I’m in the Humbolt county and we puffing the train
I’m in the double XL next to dre and the game
I’m up in Fresno Atark and we betting on the dogs
I got love for my Valley because we all stand tall
Where we from…
Sweet Home California, Califo-hor-nia
Where my skies are always blue (where my skies are always blue)
Sweet home California, sweet home, oh yeah
I love coming home to you
Lord I’m coming home to you

Lacs – God Bless A Country Girl Lyrics

LACSGod Bless A Country Girl Lyrics
You can find ’em in the sticks or way up town
God bless a country girl
By far we got the best looking girls around
God bless a country girl
Country girls got it going on
God bless a country girl
Grab your drink and sing along
God bless a country girl
She gets her redneck on a little red hot honey
Got a pick-up truck plus her daddy’s got some money
Makes a sweet potato pie that’ll shut your mouth
Ponytail to the side when she hang around the house
A little tomboy growing up, hunting and a fishing show
A 30-06, got a Carolina skiff
And if the creek gets hot she got a 4 wheel drive
A couple chains in the back, and some mud on the tires
Hell ya she’s a hot one, man I think I got one
She can go all day fishing in the hot sun
Man I guess I’m lucky to be living in the sticks
Boy just take a look around we got a basket of chicks
You can find ’em in the sticks or way up town
God bless a country girl
By far we got the best looking girls around
God bless a country girl
Country girls got it going on
God bless a country girl
Grab your drink and sing along
God bless a country girl
She’s a beauty queen but she likes to mud bog
Likes frogs, man this broad loves to hunt hogs
Likes to fish and she firing the kitchen
Cube steak, mash ‘tatoes and a little fried chicken
And I can say everyday that she’s perfect for me
Knows how to clean the gutter, makes the best sweet tea
Hey, a young girl with a no school soul
Man she had her first job when she was 8 years old
Ain’t worried about dirt and ain’t afraid to work
Loves Holy Jesus, she can rock that skirt
They don’t make ’em like this, she’s the last of her kind
So fine and divine, so glad she’s mine
You can find ’em in the sticks or way up town
God bless a country girl
By far we got the best looking girls around
God bless a country girl
Country girls got it going on
God bless a country girl
Grab your drink and sing along
God bless a country girl
Country girls got it going on
Go ahead baby this your song
Grab a drink and sing along
God bless a country girl
[x2]

Lacs – Goin Deep Lyrics (feat. Luke Martin)

Luke Martin)
Roll Up At A Game Friday Afternoon,
Im all loaded up in the camper too
Fire up the grill sit back and chill with a cold one
You got VIP hangin out TNT deep
Its time to get wild
Sling some mud in the creek
Sun going down no stopin us now
Cum on boys we got trails to ride down
Going deep in the mud
Poppin suds gettin buzzed
Rain or shine were gonna have some fun
Skinny in back and half rack
Sexy southern girls give you a heartattack
No asphault
No concrete
Just riding thises trails right down to the creek
If your scrared dont forget
You can watch them over there
Just wait and see we all about going deep
Yeah going deep
{dont be scared of it}
Man Ive been working like a dog bunch of over time son
But its finally paying off got my money stacked son
Me and my buddies spend the weekend in the mud
Biggest baddest guys
Just going to tear it up
I wont back up for nothing even if its saying to put my coller in the bed
Redneck boys tryin to bate and hate
And country girls scream when you drive it in deep
Yeah going deep
I got that comoflauge
Can hit that ho a damn hand
Redneck stock thats the word around
Cooler strapped down and a gun up in the rack
because the yellin aint no tellin man when were cummin back
Follow us if you wanna
But I hopt you can drive or be snuggled up here because you aint keepin it dry
You better hid a box off so they dont get soaked
Hold on to what you got or betta hope it can float LACSGoin Deep Lyrics (feat.

Moonshine Bandits – Outback Lyrics (feat. The Lacs & Durwood Black)

MOONSHINE BANDITSOutback Lyrics (feat. The Lacs & Durwood Black)
Everything we do
we do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
we go to the back,
back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Outback where the forest is thick theres a circle in the middle of field where a bonfires lit cup full of shine copenhagen in my lip now im slippin sideways probably wake up in a ditch so crank that music into the night and crack that beer and raise it high stacked little blonde want a midnight ride take her back to the country for a real good time
Everything we do
we do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
we go to the back,
back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Got me steppin in manure everytime i spit shit feel like cash in the photo with the bird getting flipped came from the bottom so they label me a Catfish world wide better grab you an atlas bonfire lit like willie lets smoke rack full of ribs in a smoker full of oak blackberry brandy off back in a duck blind black lab runnin got huntin in his blood line came from a back but im back in the lead back like a rack full of fat double ds back with a barrel on a rack let me squeeze back on the trigger hit her right between the knees back with a tow strap i pull em real heavy ladies gettin dirty out back on the chevy dive bar beauty queen bubba call em bettys pedal to the metal baby girl im ready
Everything we do
we do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
we go to the back,
back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Tell em bout a burn pile hand on me and my hunny we can run a game of shoes we can lose a little money might talk a little smack grab a sip of that jack bunch of jacked up trucks all parked round back yeah get loose like ya do it up in cali shine so smooth like ya crusin’ in a caddy then we rolled us up a fatty went around to the shed i had to back up off it it was buzzin my head
See im back in the mac im in the back with the lacs get on these bachelor sacs now how hackers is that see im partyin to death with bacardi on my breath im thinkin naughty to myself about this shawty on my left yeah we still out back its the country outkast thinkin you can out rap yeah bitch i doubt that meet us all out back and we’ll whoop that loud ass cause where bringin country back quicker then a snap back
Everything we do
we do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
We go to the back,
Back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Everything we do
we do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
we go to the back,
back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at

Lacs – Feels Good Lyrics

LACSFeels Good Lyrics
It feels good, hit an old back road
Drop it down low just take it in slow
It feels good, got it made in the shade
Kick it on back, getting drunk all day
It feels good, little girl by my side
Laid back chillin’, watching time fly by
It feels good, damn right it feels good
All feels good
Just sittin’ on the back porch
Chewin’ on the grass stem
If you don’t know, then boy you better ask them
Cause I don’t mind if the fish don’t fry
And if the creek don’t rise then we’ll be just fine
I said I’m back in the line
Now I’m back in the ride
To a little muscadine wine
Now I’m back in the pines
Just a back woods plow boy
Redneck cowboy
Dirt road holiday starts right now boy
So crank it on up, while I drank it all up
Take a swig, cook the pig
Now let’s hank it all up
Just grab a fishing pole until the beer gets cold
Let it all fade away and watch the day unfold
High cotton, I’ve got, man just about drunk
Damn right, so tight and it ain’t even lunch
Yeah, it feels good to be back in the woods
A country boy’s paradise, yeah it’s all good
It feels good, hit an old back road
Drop it down low just take it in slow
It feels good, got it made in the shade
Kick it on back, getting drunk all day
It feels good, little girl by my side
Laid back chillin’, watching time fly by
It feels good, damn right it feels good
All feels good
Flip floppin on the sand bar
Pull up in a big boy I ain’t into sports car, nah
The country girls go to feelin ya boy
A couple swigs of that ol’ apple
Here we’re making some noise
Slide the yeti in the back of the ride
Roll your window down, let some ol’ black smoke fly
Good Shine, good folks man I love it in the woods
Gotta couple days off, and it feels so good
Slow and easy goin’ as I roll into town
I need some 22 bullets and a bottle of crown
Imma park it by the creek and put some rock and roll on
Drink beer, shoot shit and take my drunk ass home
Wake up early in the morning when the race starts
Ain’t long, right back, drinking on the same damn sand bar
Redneck folks out killin’ some time
You ain’t gotta worry bout us cause we doing just fine
It feels good, hit an old back road
Drop it down low just take it in slow
It feels good, got it made in the shade
Kick it on back, getting drunk all day
It feels good, little girl by my side
Laid back chillin’, watching time fly by
It feels good, damn right it feels good
All feels good
It feels good, hit an old back road
Drop it down low just take it in slow
It feels good, got it made in the shade
Kick it on back, getting drunk all day
It feels good, little girl by my side
Laid back chillin’, watching time fly by
It feels good, damn right it feels good
All feels good

Lacs – Field Party [feat. Colt Ford & Jj Lawhorn] Lyrics

Got the grilled fired up,
Cookin every kind of meat. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. Bad broads with tanned legs,
Raised up on cornbread. We got the freaks in bikinis headed down to the creek. We got the bonfire blowin,
The crowd is steady growin,
Five thousand plus will be here before you know it. It’s goin down. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. Here it’s goin down,
Down field party style. Got big kegs and chub beers. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. So crank up them eighteens as loud as they can get. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. It’s goin down field party style. It’s goin down field party style. We got Harleys over here,
Mud trucks over there,
Red necks and hill billys bout every damn where. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. Dancin with them daisy dukes,
All they do is turn heads. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. Let’s get it crunk and do it right,
We gon crank it all night. Party around that bonfire,
Horseshoes and corn hoe,
Roped off with barbed wire. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. It’s goin down field party style. Bout thirty miles from anything,
The law ain’t hearin shit. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. LACSField Party [feat. Show you where to make shine at as long as y’all don’t tattle. It’s goin down. It’s goin down field party style. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. It’s goin down. It’s goin down,
It’s goin down,
Field party style. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. Tell your mom and old man,
They can bring the whole nine. Colt Ford & Jj Lawhorn] Lyrics
You damn right,
It’s Friday night. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. Hit em up and get em up and tell this whole damn town. We got them tailgates down and the shots goin round. It’s goin down. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. Rippin up them dirt roads,
Stirrin up them cattle. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. Rebel red bikini tops,
Man you know you want it. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. Y’all get drunk and show out,
Cut lose and go out. It’s goin down,
Field party style. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. All we need is a field and we’ll turn the party out. Come one,
Come all,
That’s how we do it in the south. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. They drinkin on that hunch punch,
Fore long they start to flaunt it.

Did Alkaline Turn Down Sean Kingston Offer To Sign Him Before Beef

“The fans will soon see that it’s just a bag of badmind thing just because he tried to sign Alka and the youth turned him down,” sources said. Alkaline called both artists a b*tch on Instagram. Alkaline may have turned down Sean Kingston‘s offer to sign him to his label before they started beefing. “We been saying Gaza from long time even before anybody hear about Alkaline so this is not something new.”
Earlier this week, Kingston got into it with Vendetta fans after posting a video of Tommy Lee Sparta sleeping inside his Porsche. Kingston is currently living in Jamaica and already he is stirring things up from signing Tommy Lee Sparta to his label Time is Money Entertainment, to beefing with his former collaborator Alkaline. Tory Lanez leave and all the other artists he signed turn worthless, so any man want to get frighten and sign with him that’s their choice.”
Sean Kingston and Alkaline left from collaborating on “Ride On Me (Remix)” to beefing, but the reggae pop singer is saying its just because he said Gaza why the “Champion Boy” deejay don’t like him. Sources around the Vendetta deejay exclusively told Dancehall HipHop this weekend that Sean Kingston tried to get a signature from him and he said no. “It’s just because we said Gaza so some boy start hate,” a rep for Kingston told DHH. #SeanKingston responds to #alkaline diss
A post shared by DancehallHipHop (@dancehallhiphop) on Aug 9, 2017 at 11:56am PDT “Alkaline flat out turn down his offer because it was a bad deal plus his label not bringing much to the table right now.

Vybz Kartel Mega Hit “Fever” Jumps To 36 On Billboard Chart

That new trial will likely be his final attempt to secure his freedom following his controversial murder conviction in 2014. Kartel and his three co-convicts Kahira Jones, Andre St John, and protege Shawn “Storm” Campbell are all maintaining their innocence despite a mountain of evidence presented by the prosecution. Vybz Kartel is anxiously awaiting his appeal trial set for February 2018. The last time that Vybz Kartel dominated dancehall with a Billboard charting single was with “Romping Shop” and “Clarks” back in 2009-2010. It’s not clear yet if “Fever” will trigger a growth in sales for Vybz Kartel’s last album King of The Dancehall which was also one of the top hardcore dancehall albums last year. 36 up from 40 on the chart and is showing no signs of slowing down. We will be watching “Fever” closely on the chart to see how far it will go. Vybz Kartel‘s mega hit single “Fever” continues to make strides on the Billboard R&B/Hip-Hop Airplay chart. The song was released over a year ago and has been one of the biggest singles in dancehall over the past year. Kartel’s longtime business partner Michael Dawson says that right now the incarcerated deejay is the best that dancehall has to offer and that is why he is winning. Their legal team argued during the trial that cops tampered with the evidence presented and also intimidated witnesses in the case. This week, “Fever” jumps to No. Some dancehall fans may say that he has seen a decline in popularity over the last couple of months while other dancehall newcomers like Alkaline and Tommy Lee Sparta has seen a surge in their popularity. The music video alone racked up over 21 million views on YouTube, and the song is showing strong streaming growth on Spotify and Apple Music. If he loses this case, he will spend the rest of his life behind bars for the murder of Clive “Lizard” Williams.

Watch Popcaan and Davido New Video “My Story”

The video features Popcaan and Davido linking up with their crew and some hot ladies for a 24-hour party spree. “Baby all mi need a 24 hour a you time / Sexiness you need fi know a you deh paw mi mind / In a mi bed and mi house mi waan fi see you whine / Meck mi whine up in a you belly and buss off like a nine,” Popcaan sings. The two international stars link up with Mini E5 Records for the production, but the video was directed by RD Studios and shot in Jamaica. Popcaan and afro beat singer Davido come through with a video for their single “My Story.”
The dancehall/afro beat single has been a big hit since its release in June so it’s no surprise this song gets an official visual. The cut also showcased Popcaan SnapChat as they document the party scene as they went along.

Your Old Droog – Bangladesh (feat. Heems)

Thought I did the rap shit in vain like a junky
Funky fresh cold medina hot sexy punkie
Mama tried to punk me, dump me, jump me
Cause I kept it hundred since 21 and Jump Street
Now I’m in Tahiti with a queen like Nefertiti (she fly)
You can’t see me ’cause my face between her titties (that’s why)
Bank off the city, hit the bank, cop a CD (I’m high)
Offshore accounts in Dubai with habibi (my guy)
Put the bars together like a restaurateur provocateur
With the raw and Bobby Brown jaw
If my melanin could talk and tell you what the brown saw
Why did the brown pour, the feds probably ’round y’all
So I should probably keep it quiet
About the selling and the buying
They paying when I’m flying
Twenty Bangladeshis with me, ’bout to start a riot
I’ve been yelling, I’ve been screaming, I’ve been kicking, I’ve been crying
We move that product for the Prada
Only whip low-key: Miata or Sonata
It’s Himachu – fuck a Pikachu or a Charizard
My bars is hard, my girl went to Barbizon

[Sean Price Voicemail Outro]
Classic man, it’s Sean P. [Verse 1: Your Old Droog]
Bangladesh
At 16 my slang was fresh
I would not tire, spitting hot fire in the sesh
Or on the voicemail like John Tesh
Couldn’t see me in the flesh
You’re better off silent like Depeche
You know my steelo
Tranquilo since Jordan made The Shot on Ehlo
If you don’t know anything, know that YOD nice
Check my closet, see Lo like 3 dice
And I ain’t even ahead, thieving for bread
Bandit with a candle lit, grieving the dead, I said
I’m all disheveled the stress levels is high
As I try to make sense of the time that whizzed by
Saw my looks dilapidate at a rapid rate
Used to be virile ‘fore the ‘ports made me sterile
The terrible son chronicles and cock-blocking perils
But I dust myself off, rocking my apparel
Former cokeheads like Doc and Darryl
Still came in this lock, stock, and barrel
While I was making sure every bar is hard
You herbs was playing Pokemon, chasing Charizard
I peeped the scenery, sipping green tea
The old head dropped gems in the yard like Mr. But, you know, you might not wanna do it, you know – call me back and tell me "You know what, get the fuck outta here, fuck Sean P." Or, or you might call with, "hey, Sean this is the best record I’ve heard in my life, man. I’m honored to get on it." Or you know, "Fuck is this guy Sean P?", whatever
Just hit me back classic man I’mma need a verse from you home skillet. Feeny
Now I’m pulling up to Leanly
With Santini, Houdini in a zucchini-colored Lamborghini

[Verse 2: Heems]
I’m Fellini eating fettuccine at the mini-mall
She said "Heemy you can’t see me why you such a meany for?"
Whipping in that beany 4-door like you on city hall
Out in Long Island, why you don’t come to the city for?

SUPERFRUIT – Heartthrob

[Verse 1: Mitch & Both]
Oh no, what’s my locker combo? (Oh yeah)
It’s the birthday of a Leonardo (Oh yeah)
Bells ringing, and I gotta go
And I’m single, if you gotta know
I’m so over James Dean
I’m more of a three names queen
[Pre-Chorus: Both & Mitch]
Freddie Prinze Junior
Chad Michael Murray
Want you to be my
Want you to be my
[Chorus: Both]
Nineties heartthrob
Frosted tips and a middle part
TigerBeat said he’s off the charts
Nineties heartthrob
We can sneak out after dark
Be your angsty teen, let you break my
Heartthrob, heartthrob, heartthrob
Oh la la la, oh la la la
[Verse 2: Both]
I’ll go through your Trapper Keeper (Oh yeah)
I wanna get to know you deeper (Oh yeah)
Got a cutie waiting in the cafeteria
Gotta grab a seat right next to ya
I’m so over James Dean
I’m more of a three names queen

[Pre-Chorus: Both & Mitch]
Freddie Prinze Junior
John Taylor Thomas
Want you to be my
Want you to be my
[Chorus: Both]
Nineties heartthrob
Frosted tips and a middle part
TigerBeat said he’s off the charts
Nineties heartthrob
We can sneak out after dark
Be your angsty teen, let you break my
Heartthrob, heartthrob, heartthrob
Oh la la la, oh la la la
[Bridge: Mitch]
H-E-A-R double T, H-R-O-B
Joey, Lance, and JT
Maybe Chris after a couple drinks
H-E-A-R double T, H-R-O-B
Joey, Lance, and JT
Don’t forget JC, he can really sing
Ooh yeah
[Chorus: Both]
Nineties heartthrob
Frosted tips and a middle part
TigerBeat said he’s off the charts
Nineties heartthrob
We can sneak out after dark
Be your angsty teen, let you break my
Heartthrob, heartthrob, heartthrob
Oh la la la, oh la la la
Oh la la la, woo!