Rehab - Bonfire Lyrics
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, honeyHere comes a man across the field, babeHere comes a man across the field,He's kicking up dust like an automobileHoney, oh, baby, mineGet it up, girl down in Daisy DukesI want ya ass butt ***** in a baby suitGonna keep on drinking till the tummy pukeGot a problem with that, well you can get the bootGot shotgun pointed to the skyGot smoke in the eyes, and I'm surely highWaking, baking, till the noggin fry*****, rolling round with a hog and ITake from the rich and I give to meOne Escalade, two ecstacysPerform on hoes right next to meAnd I think I found serenityBack up that punk, it's mine againI jacked a truck of HeinekenLooks like it's time for a line againAnd how about five Colonapins?And I start to grin and start to danceI'm speakin' in tongues, takin' off my pantsI'm blowing my whole hot damn advanceAnd we ain't gonna stop till the ambulanceSlow ride a hundred GMCsHooked up Crown Vics with DVDsGot people down here you'll want to seeHalf say there cuzs, say they're freeStart the bonfireDrop the tailgatePass the Knob CreekAnd we can drink it straightAnd if the fire keeps burningAnd the skies stay orangeWe gon' be up in this mother*****er real lateStart the bonfireDrop the tailgatePass the Knob CreekAnd we can drink it straightAnd if the fire keeps burningAnd the skies stay orangeWe gon' be up in this mother*****er real lateBetter give me that bag of wacky tobaccoThem crackers aint takin a damn thangDrinkin and smokin, stinkin and pokinBangin these hoes, we profaneGetting it up in the back of a truckWith a bitty with tittys and shakin da buttCall me retardedBut thats how we partyBut lordy, good almighty yallBreakin it down like it aint been doneStraight jacked to the brain till I see the sunYou a punk mother*****er if you got a gunLeave that at home and just bring your lungs, weedPimp swiggin, shindiggin, shit kickin, picknickinBrick dickin, thick chickens and a sickninTMH? and smokin dope in the open, no chokin, no jokeAnd Im on a roll, and Im locin, hopin to leave a jaw brokenSoakin in your blood, while Im strokin your ho in the wide openWith my folks scopinThat bastards crazy as hell!Thats how we do it down here in GeorgiaIts on like a moth when the weathers gorgeousShit you Nstreet punks never seen on a TV screenFrom radios to porches, to patios, lets torch itSome *****, I pour gas on itCrunk?, Bet your ass on it!Start the bonfireDrop the tailgatePass the Knob CreekAnd we can drink it straightAnd if the fire keeps burningAnd the skies stay orangeWe gon' be up in this mother*****er real lateStart the bonfireDrop the tailgatePass the Knob CreekAnd we can drink it straightAnd if the fire keeps burningAnd the skies stay orangeWe gon' be up in this mother*****er real lateThats why at 3:30 Im seein shitScrewin three or four broads like a trail of pissTakin three or four rolls I aint feelin shitGive me three or four mo bout real quickAint nothin down here but trailer crankPoor man with a meth lab and a bama? stankMan, yall keep that dyin shitMother*****er do I look like Im tryin to quit?Moonshine in a Mason jar at noon-time, trippinBeer is for the guzzelin, this is for the sippinWhen the Sun go down, it sho be goody goodIn the dirty dirt, speakin dirty wordsThey might be scarred but them boys aint skerdI dont know if you heard, you cant polish a turdYeah, my vision blurred, my speech a little slurredBut back off of me cracker for your ass get hurtOh 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 bonfireDrop the tailgatePass the Knob CreekAnd we can drink it straightAnd if the fire keeps burningAnd the skies stay orangeWe gon' be up in this mother*****er real lateStart the bonfireDrop the tailgatePass the Knob CreekAnd we can drink it straightAnd if the fire keeps burningAnd the skies stay orangeWe gon' be up in this mother*****er real lateTo the window, to the wallsFeel the sweat runnin off my ballsTill the shit runnin out yo drawsSkeet, skeet mother*****ers, skeet, skeetSkeet, skeet mother*****ers, skeet, skeetTo the window, to the wallsFeel the sweat runnin off my ballsTill the shit runnin out yo drawsSkeet, skeet mother*****ers, skeet, skeetSkeet, skeet mother*****ers, skeet, skeet
