Bonfire

Everybody gather 'round, cuz you know we'a fin' to do this thang fo' reezy some ser'ous. Put cha money in ya shoe and it won't get wet. Come on.
Here comes a man across the field, honey
Here comes a man across the field, babe
Here comes a man across the field,
He's kicking up dust like an automobile
Honey, oh, baby, mine
Get it up, girl down in Daisy Dukes
I want ya as* b*tt naked in a baby suit
Gonna keep on drinking till the tummy puke
Got a problem with that, well you can get the boot
Got shotgun pointed to the sky
Got smoke in the eyes, and I'm surely high
Waking, baking, till the noggin fry
Naked, rolling round with a hog and I
Take from the rich and I give to me
One Escalade, two ecstacys
Perform on hoes right next to me
And I think I found serenity
Back up that punk, it's mine again
I jacked a truck of Heineken
Looks like it's time for a line again
And how about five Colonapins?
And I start to grin and start to dance
I'm speakin' in tongues, takin' off my pants
I'm blowing my whole hot d*mn advance
And we ain't gonna stop till the ambulance
Slow ride a hundred GMCs
Hooked up Crown Vics with DVDs
Got people down here you'll want to see
Half say there cuzs, say they're free
Start the bonfire
Drop the tailgate
Pass the kn*b Creek
And we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning
And the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfker real late
Start the bonfire
Drop the tailgate
Pass the kn*b Creek
And we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning
And the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfker real late
Better give me that bag of wacky tobacco
Them crackers aint takin a d*mn thang
Drinkin and smokin, stinkin and pokin
Bangin these hoes, we profane
Getting it up in the back of a truck
With a bitty with t*tys and shakin da b*tt
Call me r*tarded
But thats how we party
But lordy, good almighty yall
Breakin it down like it aint been done
Straight jacked to the brain till I see the sun
You a punk motherfker if you got a gun
Leave that at home and just bring your lungs, weed
Pimp swiggin, shindiggin, s**t kickin, picknickin
Brick d*ckin, thick chickens and a sicknin
TMH? and smokin dope in the open, no chokin, no joke
And Im on a roll, and Im locin, hopin to leave a jaw broken
Soakin in your blood, while Im strokin your ho in the wide open
With my folks scopin
That b*stards crazy as hell!
Thats how we do it down here in Georgia
Its on like a moth when the weathers gorgeous
s**t you Nstreet punks never seen on a TV screen
From radios to porches, to patios, lets torch it
Some b*tch, I pour gas on it
Crunk?, Bet your as* on it!
Start the bonfire
Drop the tailgate
Pass the kn*b Creek
And we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning
And the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfker real late
Start the bonfire
Drop the tailgate
Pass the kn*b Creek
And we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning
And the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfker real late
Thats why at 3:30 Im seein s**t
Screwin three or four broads like a trail of pi*s
Takin three or four rolls I aint feelin s**t
Give me three or four mo bout real quick
Aint nothin down here but trailer crank
Poor man with a meth lab and a bama? stank
Man, yall keep that dyin s**t
Motherfker do I look like Im tryin to quit?
Moonshine in a Mason jar at noon-time, trippin
Beer is for the guzzelin, this is for the sippin
When the Sun go down, it sho be goody good
In the dirty dirt, speakin dirty words
They might be scarred but them boys aint skerd
I dont know if you heard, you cant polish a turd
Yeah, my vision blurred, my speech a little slurred
But back off of me cracker for your as* get hurt
Oh my God! What are these blue turtles?
I dont know dude, but every time I wave my cigarette around I get the trails
Start the bonfire
Drop the tailgate
Pass the kn*b Creek
And we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning
And the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfker real late
Start the bonfire
Drop the tailgate
Pass the kn*b Creek
And we can drink it straight
And if the fire keeps burning
And the skies stay orange
We gon' be up in this motherfker real late
To the window, to the walls
Feel the sweat runnin off my balls
Till the s**t runnin out yo draws
Skeet, skeet motherfkers, skeet, skeet
Skeet, skeet motherfkers, skeet, skeet
To the window, to the walls
Feel the sweat runnin off my balls
Till the s**t runnin out yo draws
Skeet, skeet motherfkers, skeet, skeet
Skeet, skeet motherfkers, skeet, skeet