Intro: Ludacris
I've been waiting to tell them about this country %#@!
I'mma learn ya! You ready? Luda!


Verse 1: Ludacris
Let me tell you about these old-school Chevys

Cadillacs, SS Impalas, if you smoking then
We got more sacks than 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 bumpin' 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No insurance on these whips, tags all outdated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 or this Conjure get us wasted
And I never drink that white, all my women think I'm racist

On that brown with the twist, tell these hoes to reminisce
That my name is Ludacris and I'm like "(*##$!"


Hook: Big KRIT

Verse 2: Big KRIT

I told 'em, "aw man hold up"
Country is what country does
M-I-crooked letter, ho

Who you know do it better? 4
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 breathe
May Day, hollering out payday
Knockin' pictures off the wall when I creep

Pros get wet as $#&@ when I speak
Southern drawl, it's just the way it be
Heavy like sumo, numero uno

Pourin' up brown, she sipping on nuvo
Pimpin' so cold, never trick on a ho
Outer space with the flow like I'm living on Pluto

(*##$, I'm UGK influenced
Slow it down, chop, chop and screw it for the folk in Texas
That forever reckon with the styrofoam cup and the purple fluid

Return of 4eva, I thought you knew it
Country %#@!, that's all I see
That's all I know, that's all I feel

That's all I am, that's all I'll be

Hook: Big KRIT


Verse 3: Bun B
I be candy painted, neck and wrists

Sitting on 24's - Vogue
Pull up on my scene and I mack your (*##$
It ain't hard to tell, I suppose she chose

To send over the clothes, ? and shoes
This Charlie Sheen pimping too big to lose
Roll with trues and keep girls in twos

Boy, you must've heard wrong, why you be confused?
See, I'm the big brother of Sweet James
I know all about these street games

But the trick gon' pay, the chick gon' say
So she can't lie about what she bring
I'm 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, ^!$$%
When I'm in the booth, no rubber, I'm raw, ^!$$%
Talk about getting busted in your jaw, ^!$$%

Like I'm your pa, run go tell your ma, ^!$$%
No flaw ^!$$%, 100% old school know glass house, I'm under the tint
Ask anybody here who running this %#@!

It's Big Bun in this (*##$

Hook: Big KRIT