(Ludacris)
Yeah!
i've been waiting to tell them about this country %#@!.

ima learner
You ready?
Luda!


Let me tell you about these old-school chevies!
Cadillac SS, Impallas, if you smokeing then

We got more sacks then Troy Polamalu.
Your partners want some quarters
My partners want some keys

In Atlanta we get that paper
Can you haters say"Cheese"?


10,000 watt amps, 6 15-inch kickers
My truck bumping like injecting $$#-shots, like a stripper
No insurance on these whips, tags all outdated

i might not be %#@! to you but my momma thinks i made it!

We gon' ball til we fall, Lord its time to get us wasted

and i never drink that white, all my women think im racist
on that brown with the twist, tell these hoes to reminisce
that my name is Ludacris* and i'm like"(*##$"!



(Chorus)

Let me tell ya bout this super fly dirty dirty , third cost , muddy water
shawty pop that #~!!@ if you wanna.
Let me tell ya bout this old school pourin' lean

candied yams and collard greens, pocket full of stones ride clean

(4x) let me tell ya bout this country %#@!

country country %#@!!



(Big K.R.I.T.)
I told em' "aw man hold up"
Country is what counrty does

In my crooked letter
hoe, who you know do it better for


pull up, hop out: clean.
in my old-school time machine
keep a parachute for this altitude

Cause when you riding this high make it hard to breath
Mayday, hotter then a payday
knocking pictures off the wall when i creep

Pros get wet as $#&@ when i speak

Southern drawl, its just the way to be

Heavy like sumo, Numero Uno
Pouring up brown, she sippin on nuvo
pimping so cold never trick a ho

outer space with the flow like im livin on pluto
what you know (*##$? i'm UGK influenced


Slow it down, chop-chopp and screw it for the folk in texas
that forever reckon with the styrofoam cup and that purple fluid
return of 4eva, i thought you knew this





country %#@!, thats all i see
thats all i know, thats all i feel, thats all i am, thats all i'll be!



(Chorus)
Let me tell ya bout this super fly dirty dirty , third cost , muddy water

shawty pop that #~!!@ if you wanna.
Let me tell ya bout this old school pourin' lean
candied yams and collard greens, pocket full of stones ride clean


(4x) let me tell ya bout this country %#@!
country country %#@!!



(Bun B)
i be candy painted, neck and wrists
sitting on 24's - vogue

pull up on my scene and i mack your (*##$
it aint hard to tell, i suppose she chose
to send over the clothes and shoes
this Charlie Sheen pimping to big to lose


roll with trues and keep girls in twos
boy you must've heard wrong, why you be confused?
See, im the big brother of sweet James
i know all about these street games
But the trick gon' play, the chick gon' say

she cant lie about what she bring

im certified like USDA
Representing Texas, straight up out the PA
Graduated the school of hard knocks with a BA

right under the nose of the Vice and the DA

Anything we say take it as law ^!$$%
when im in the booth no rubber - im raw ^!$$%
talk about getting busted in your jaw, ^!$$%
like im your pa, run go tell your ma ^!$$%

no fraud ^!$$%, 100% old-school,
no glass house, im under the tent,
ask anybody here who running this %#@!
its big bun in this (*##$


(Chorus)

Let me tell ya bout this super fly dirty dirty , third cost , muddy water
shawty pop that #~!!@ if you wanna.
Let me tell ya bout this old school pourin' lean
candied yams and collard greens, pocket full of stones ride clean

(3x) let me tell ya bout this country %#@!
country country %#@!!


let me tell ya bout this country %#@!

country country %#@!!
country country %#@!!