| Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
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| All yeah, we back up in here again
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| Average Joe baby
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| Drop a little somethin' just to show you what I’ve got
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| Yeah, I’m still the king of the country, the boss of the sticks
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| I pull up with a truck full of my kinfolk that’s lit (Come on)
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| Moonshine and a whiff, two kinds of the Swish
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| By noontime I done grinded out a brick for the fifth
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| Buckwild in the woods, rough, rowdy, and deadly
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| We be deep off in the sticks, tick-tok and I’m ready
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| Strapped up and I’m steady, bust off and I’m out
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| Yeah, I’m still the one your mama warned you about
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| Baptized in the south, sacrifice in the mud
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| Been known to kill over pride, we only die for our blood
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| For my kids and my cuz, that state that I’m from
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| Tennessee if you’re with me, go on show some love
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| You want the boss from the sticks, it’s Hick Ross in this bitch
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| Slingin' mud on the world like snakes spit from the lip
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| My kinfolk need a fix, so my pin in my wrist
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| Just clocked in for the duration, overtime on this shift
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| I’m back slingin' the bricks, movin' shine out the sticks
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| Music Row pissed me off, brought back the man that you missed
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| I’m still kickin' it in Tennessee, I do it the best
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| Off in the holler, ain’t no probably put your ass to the test
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| So round 'em up 'round back, it’s about to be a throwdown
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| Sittin' 'round sippin' got us ready for a hoe-down
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| Tell 'em bring the whole town, know it’s 'bout to go down
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| Tailgates up, load 'em up, roll up a whole pound
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| Coolers iced down with them jacked up trucks
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| On that finish line chillin' with my whole crew slump
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| We just try to get stuck and turn up in a ditch
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| Backwoods it’s all good from the sticks to the bricks
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| I’m still the king of the country, the boss of the sticks
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| Boss-boss of the sticks, boss-boss of the sticks
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| I’m still the king of the country, king of, king of the country
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| K-k-king of the country, boss-boss of the sticks
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| I’m still the king of the country, the boss of the sticks
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| Boss-boss of the sticks, boss-boss of the sticks
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| I’m still the king of the country, the boss-boss of the sticks
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| If I spit it then I live it don’t you ever forget it
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| I’m the boss of the sticks, boss of the sticks |