Lyrics

[Intro: Brahma Bull] So you still live at home with your momma? That's alright, we call that white trash fabulous And if you're white trash fabulous You know you can run with the Creek So get a six pack tackle back and let's go baby come on [Chorus: CB3] I'm redneck southern proud And I'm the innovator of a brand new style And I'll stop the world right in it's tracks I'm white trash fabulous I got a low end southern drawl And I'm makin' it up as I go along I got shows to play, I got checks to cash I'm white trash fabulous yeah [Verse 1: Brahma Bull & CB3] White trash fabulous, yeah, I say it proud (Woo) Been steady droppin' jaws since allowed to be loud Brahma Bull and CB3, yeah, the Creek's so catchy Stopped trustin' record labels oh so sketchy I ain't Travis Barker, but I'm marchin' to my own drums 50 different styles dude, I can't just pick one Jesse James Dupree, I'm a wild dog Jackyl Hooked on this white trash sound like tackle I keep it Dixie Fried, shotgun in the ride 48 natty lights we're gonna party all night Brahma Bull, I'm the big guy people think he's funny Still the same dude even with a little money We keep our feet grounded thanks to all the fans Never stop takin' pictures and shakin' peoples hands So if you wanna keep it trashy and ride with us (Come on) Hop on the old bus and keep it white trash fabulous [Chorus: CB3] I'm redneck southern proud (Come on now) And I'm the innovator of a brand new style And I'll stop the world right in it's tracks I'm white trash fabulous I got a low end southern drawl (Come on) And I'm makin' it up as I go along I got shows to play, I got checks to cash I'm white trash fabulous yeah [Verse 2: Brahma Bull & CB3] Back again you wanted the best yeah A big "w", a "t" and an "f" on my chest Creek water's runnin' high, better grab a life vest Rocking parties north and south to the east and the west You can turn it up your music, and your middle fingers It's the white trash, dirty south rock n roll singers Party in the backyard BYOB And if your lady's gettin' friskee then she's sleepin' with me Gotta Elvis ash tray on an Axl Rose table They keep me in the house when I'm drinkin' unstable I got 20 quarts of shine, AC/DC's greatest hits With a little bit of country and some Beasties in the mix We go harder than a wooden' pecker man that's sick And I'm sniffin' out the finish line like a blue tick Middle finger up baby, you can wave 'em with us No fuss, and you can trust, that we're white trash fabulous [Chorus: CB3] I'm redneck southern proud (Come on now) And I'm the innovator of a brand new style And I'll stop the world right in it's tracks I'm white trash fabulous I got a low end southern drawl (Come on) And I'm makin' it up as I go along I got shows to play, I got checks to cash I'm white trash fabulous yeah [Outro: Brahma Bull] Aight y'all, y'all clean this shit up You know your mama gonna get home in the mornin' I got to go to work WTF baby, life is a creek We're out