Song Description

A FEEL GOOD SONG THAT APPEALS TO ALL AGES, DEMOGRAPHICS AND RACE

Lyrics

Another track to send
Its Mike and Good Thief and we at it again
Full tank of gas tell me where you wanna go boo
Take it to my hometown we can ride, Who...
You know can do it better than
Drop a hot track like whatever see ya lata man
Damn, we do whatever gonna suit ya
Long as you a dime I can see it in your future
Bout time I gave you a little somethin you can jam to
In a box chevy tank top with some sandals
Bills ain't paid my girl kicked me out
Ain't got much to lose I ain't wurrdbadit
Its a brand new day so here me when I say
Bringin heat to the streets I ain't tryin to play
I'm a young country boy and I'll find my way
And I'll remain a Seezy Boy til they line my grave

CHORUS
I aine'enwurrdbout
I aine'enwurrdbout
I aine'enwurrdbout
I aine'enwurrdbadit
I aine'enwurrdbout
I aine'enwurrdbout
I aine'enwurrdbout
I aine'enwurrdbadit

Even Bernie Mac's caddilac's back seat'll be bumpin
Through your bose stereo man we keep your speakers bleedin
And don't represent no establishment
We stay up in the music and stay the F*** up out he parliament
And the flows won' leave and the hits won't stop
And I know when this hits your jaws gon' drop
Down here we don't smoke we go to dippin n spits
Even ones who ain't broke down for chicken n grits
Strummin on the banjo with my man pablo
No habla ingles, but whatever thats my man yo
Down to the dixie a line at a time
Tell your homies that the chicks be the hottest you find
Girl you look like a grand
Now gimme your hand
Blow me like fan
While I sit in the sand
I'm bout to bust so hold out your hand
And tilt back your head for that McNasty brand

CHORUS

I just lost my job
Told my boss to f*** off
Ain't got a dollar to my name
Just a pocket full a' change
And the rent don't let up
My girl is fed up
Man this world won't quit
But I ain't worried bout sh**

This the sweet south beach just sprinkle a little cinnamon
He can't hang he ain't got the rhythm in him man
If you with it just bounce and shake
We're the definition of real ain't got an ounce of fake
Don't carry too many worries but the lord I pray
Just help me out and somethin now can maybe go our way
If not at least I be the south florida heir
I continue to get mine, bout theirs I don't really care

Step back man, watch your back man
You don't know what my crew can do to you
Bringin heat to the streets and the beats like Neptunes
Step one and two make it hop what it do
Gotta laugh love and give
baby girl thats how we live
Hometown what a place, success, mistakes
Loved and cried, lived and died
And if you don't know now ya know

CHORUS