Lyrics

[Intro: Moonshine Bandits (Bubba Sparxxx)] California, to the New South (Yeah yeah) Nationwide, country livin' (Y'all know what it is) California, to the New South (Bubba Sparxxx) Nationwide, country livin' (Moonshine Bandits) California, to the New South (They never coulda planned it) Nationwide, country livin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah) California, to the New South (Dusty, Bird) Nationwide, country livin' (Y'all know what it is) [Verse 1: Moonshine Bandits] Let's go, down these country roads Small town livin' with my mighty truck loads Designer clothes [?] Goin' bareback ridin' with a [?] So saddle up, dosey doe Here we go, time to throw Flippin' bottles, usin' models Out the window when we roll Doing shows We on a mission you see I set to countrify your rap up in your SUV Stappin' spurs to our feet, Adidas, diggin' it dear And if the barn door closes, then we're kickin' it in And if the gates are lined up Then they're ready to be tapped Well Bubba and the Bandits, we gon' handle that [Chorus: Moonshine Bandits] West side, and now you know From a small town, so welcome to our show We feed the beat through your stereo Then we'll watch all the hotties do the dosey do Singing Moonshine, come on, now you know From a small town, so welcome to our show We feed the beat through your stereo Then we'll watch all the hotties do the dosey do [Verse 2: Moonshine Bandits] 4x4's automatic new [?] With the super swamper tires six inch lifted Got the broads lookin' back on who's droppin' it yeah Got the grip on the wheel, never spin on the [?] We the craziest, most zaniest, hard at rap duo That's about to be famiest Maybe it's me or the smell out here That's got me lookin' for my keys, I mean I'm lookin' for my beer Out here, over here Can you hear that rumble of the knobs when they rotate near Shake that booty country cutey come here You see her, better clear that trailway Drop that case, get a small town taste in a big kinda way eh [Chorus: Moonshine Bandits] West side, and now you know From a small town, so welcome to our show We feed the beat through your stereo Then we'll watch all the hotties do the dosey do Singing Moonshine, come on, now you know From a small town, so welcome to our show We feed the beat through your stereo Then we'll watch all the hotties do the dosey do [Verse 3: Moonshine Bandits] One shot, two shot, three tequila, four Then a double shot of vodka 'bout to drop you on the floor So pass the glass and then get down out my way Yo Puff, we just drank your Courvoisier So load up your cups when you roll through our town I bet you catch a buzz before you had to bounce I bet you get your blood if you buy another round At the local saloon where the women pour it down Getting freaky on the ground Stirin' up a dirt road Just a country club scene called the Moonshine show It's beer can alley, it's the place to be But will the local PD ever catch me? Please keep your breathalyzer and just be my taxi See me back seat riding, the moon still shining Skin colors white, Cauca-ass tryin' rhymin' For see we keep grindin' through switchback trails So keep bitin' your nails as my verse unveils Keep stackin' them sales like we stackin' hay bails With pales of ales, no rails, hang on 'Cause we the new fish in the stagnant pond, come on [Bridge: Moonshine Bandits] From the New South baby to our California coast Nationwide we country livin' and we comin' back for more On a run, tip your cup, time to take another shot And if you're done, throw it up, and just represent your spot Now represent your spot Now represent your spot boy And just represent your spot Represent your spot boy [Verse 4: Bubba Sparxxx] Now better buckle up again Bubba done stumbled in Hollerin' 'bout "Fuck you trends!" And your honeysuckle friends I'm the livest son of a bitch on this planet, hot dammit Movin' units bein' me and lames cannot stand it I'm fittin' to hit this game with something that's unrivaled My tongues gettin' numb, that means ain't none liable To bring it on the level of this native of LaGrange Injected with the south, now it's sacred in my veins Runnin' naked in the rain with a 12-pack of Heineken And if your man forgot how much he loved ya, I'm remindin' him A new John Deer with leather seats and I'm reclinin' them In Los Bandos with the Bandits Moonshine and 'em Me, Bird and Dusty and my older brother Rusty Why's Betty cryin'? Shit I told her not to trust me If she wasn't cuttin', shoulda knew not to discuss me Too skinny anyway, us country boys we like 'em busty [Chorus: Moonshine Bandits] West side, and now you know From a small town, so welcome to our show We feed the beat through your stereo Then we'll watch all the hotties do the dosey do Singing Moonshine, come on, now you know From a small town, so welcome to our show We feed the beat through your stereo Then we'll watch all the hotties do the dosey do West side, and now you know From a small town, so welcome to our show We feed the beat through your stereo Then we'll watch all the hotties do the dosey do Singing Moonshine, come on, now you know From a small town, so welcome to our show We feed the beat through your stereo Then we'll watch all the hotties do the dosey do