Country Life Lyrics - Time Is Money - South Park

(esg) 

Just 'cause we live in the country 

Doesn't mean that we slow 

Chorus (esg): 

Country life 

Southern strife 

What gives you the damn right? 

To come pointin' fingers down at me? 

My life is so slow 

First verse (esg): 

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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' southside til' I die 

See I ride, with carlos, or should I say the s-p-m? 

A six three, high, two d's, 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 twenty's in the truck 

Hol 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, be sippin' ball all night 

Two dice, swangin' and bangin' 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 glisten 

E-s-g's who I be, boy I'm country like chitlins 

And cornbread, I'm gone fed, kenny red ain't no joke 

A last resort like papa roach 

Pass the sweet and let's smoke 

'cause uh... 

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Chorus (2x) 

Second verse (esg): 

Got to keep on truckin' baby to the end, 'cause we got to make it through 

You see I know these k-k-k'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 muthafuckin' 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 

Chorus (2x) 

Third verse (spm): 

I'm the country bumpkin, comin' out the south-uh 

Rascal like spanky and beesh is alfalfa 

Pull it up out'cha, ki's in my couch-uh 

Eight in my fam, I don't give a damn about'cha 

Yowza, yowza I sleep with the cows-uh 

Rattlesnakes and crickets in my overall trowsers 

Got my own stable, own record label 

Sittin' on the table, eatin' steak and potatoes 

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 bourbon 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 

Chorus (2x)