Lyrics

[Intro: Fatt Tarr & Big Kill & C-Hubb] Redneck Souljers, 'bout to tell y'all how to till boe Yeah, 'bout to give it up 'Cause I'm drunker than hell, 'bout to till the yard up Where the hell my troy belt at? Off my Natty ass too damnit boy Tarr get that rear tight on, let's get this garden goin' [Chorus: Fatt Tarr & Everyone] Tiller Gang, Tiller Gang Tiller Gang, Tiller Gang Tiller Gang, Tiller Gang Tiller Gang, Tiller Gang And you know I'm reppin' Tiller, on my way from Idaho You know I'm diggin' taters, ain't foolin' with cherries, no We only get big 'maters and we till it up So you know we don't need no gang ho 'Cause we Tiller Gang boe [Verse 1: Fatt Tarr] Got my wallet, left my house, bought a rear tine Old model troy belt will till it just fine Twenty foot wide, hell I'm tillin' everywhere Camo hat, keep the dirt up out my damn hair They love me in the co-op with my shit boots Me and all my tillers pullin' up the best roots Sassafras grass from the south east Oh you down to till? Buddy, foller me Moonshine in my veins I'm swerving out my lanes Plowin' up my crops bitch I'm reppin' Tiller Gang Drink 'til I'm insane hope this shine ain't blowin' up Only jars if you tiller baby hold 'em up High boots, big shucks, Fatt Tarr, Redneck Souljers and you know it's us That green and yellow pulls up Them boys ain't no count so they ain't close to us We till a hundred plot son, you know what's up [Chorus: Fatt Tarr & Everyone] Tiller Gang, Tiller Gang Tiller Gang, Tiller Gang Tiller Gang, Tiller Gang Tiller Gang, Tiller Gang And you know I'm reppin' Tiller, on my way from Idaho You know I'm diggin' taters, ain't foolin' with cherries, no We only get big 'maters and we till it up So you know we don't need no gang ho 'Cause we Tiller Gang boe [Verse 2: Big Kill] Struck a well like [?] I'm rich boe All my tillers down to plow we get the job done Killin' acres in the field til they can't twirl I'm the boss and my bitch look like a hooters girl Matter of fact I talk shit 'cause I'm slick as [?] On the real we on the HD color, all my hats are different colors All I do is use 'em once and hand 'em off to my brother John Deere, power steer Run this field no sweat (Hell nah) Big kill, gon' till the best Throw your corn at what you smoke when you flickin them lighters Till recognize till and my boy you a slicker Got a glass full of shine but shack full of liquor A shed full of hoes and a gang full of tillers [Chorus: Fatt Tarr & Everyone] Tiller Gang, Tiller Gang Tiller Gang, Tiller Gang Tiller Gang, Tiller Gang Tiller Gang, Tiller Gang And you know I'm reppin' Tiller, on my way from Idaho You know I'm diggin' taters, ain't foolin' with cherries, no We only get big 'maters and we till it up So you know we don't need no gang ho 'Cause we Tiller Gang boe [Verse 3: C-Hubb] C-Hubb from that Tiller Gang, I voted for John McCain John McCain, I done told you my damn name C (Who?) Hubb (Woo!) Look at all the dirt these tillers moved Tillin' all the rows with you know who It's Tiller Gang, we fishin' sleuths Cussin' fightin' (Dang shine), fussin', rappin (Dang shine) Tell us Hubb (Dang shine) 'bout Tiller Gang (Hang tight) Wait a minuet gotta finish up the last row So I can put the tiller up and get my bass boat We can take 'er out with the Tiller Gang boe No women, no kids just take it slow Five horse power, long life Till four hours, hell all night Turn them tillers on and grab yourself a jar Husqvarna [?] will till this whole yard Southern women love us hell the fellows too If you ain't heard of us well son-bitch you will soon What up boy we doin' big things Redneck Souljers and you know we reppin' Tiller Gang [Chorus: Fatt Tarr & Everyone] Tiller Gang, Tiller Gang Tiller Gang, Tiller Gang Tiller Gang, Tiller Gang Tiller Gang, Tiller Gang And you know I'm reppin' Tiller, on my way from Idaho You know I'm diggin' taters, ain't foolin' with cherries, no We only get big 'maters and we till it up So you know we don't need no gang ho 'Cause we Tiller Gang ho