(feat. Colt Ford). . [Brantley Gilbert:]. yeah I'm chillin on a dirt road.. Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones. Smoke rollin' out the window. An ice cold beer sittin in the console..
Yeahh. scene so thick. talkin bout outkast, organized, rap-a-lot. nuttin but that u.g.k.. all the playas. all the hustlers. eightball, mjg, goodie mob.
Wake uuuuuuuup. I see the sun shine gazing threw window pain. Blazing like indo flame its time to wake up. Co0me to ur senses manye. Snow is all around you.
[Chorus: x2]. I hate it when it's too many niggas, not enough hoes. Too many rookies, not enough pros. The game got switched on some Ludacris shit. So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch!.