Lyrics

[Intro Danny Boone] Everybody gather 'round, cuz you know we are fitting to do this thing For reezy some serious. Put your money in your shoes And it won't get wet. Come on Here comes a man across the field, honey Here comes a man across the field, babe Here comes a man across the field He's kicking up dust like an automobile Honey, oh, baby, mine [Verse 1 Brooks Buford] Get it up girl, down in them Daisy Dukes I want ya ass butt naked in a baby suit Gonna keep on drinking till the tummy puke Got a problem with that, well you can get the boot Got shotgun pointed to the sky Got smoke in the eyes, and I'm surely high Waking and baking, till the noggin' fry Macon rolling round with a hog and I Taking from the rich and I give to me one Escalade, two extasy's Put four more hoes right next to me and I think I found serenity Back up that buck is mine again I jacked a truck of Heineken Looks like it's time for a line again and how about five Klonopin? And I start to grin and start to dance I'm speakin' in tongues, takin' off my pants I'm blowing my whole hot damn advance And we ain't gonna stop till the ambulance Slow ride a hundred GMCs hooked up Crown Vics with DVDs Got people down here you'll want to see had the same haircut since '83 [Hook] Start the bonfire drop the tailgate Pass the Knob Creek and we can drink it straight And if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late Start the bonfire drop the tailgate Pass the Knob Creek and we can drink it straight And if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late [Verse 2 Danny Boone] Better give me that bag of wacky tobacco Them cracker's ain't takin' a damn thing Drinking and smokin', stankin' and pokin' Banging these hoes, we profane Getting' it up in the back of a truck With a bitty with titties that's shaking her butt Call me retarded but that's how we party Bacardi is lord almighty y'all Breaking it down like it ain't been done Straight jacked to the brain till I see the sun You a punk fothermucker if you got a gun Leave that at home and just bring your lungs wit Pimp swiggin', shindiggin', shit kicking, picknicking Big dicking, thick chickens and it's sickning TNA and smoking dope in the open, no choking, or joking The morning rolling, and I'm locing, hoping to leave a jaw broken Soaking in your blood, while I'm stroking your ho in the wide open With my folks scoping that bastard's crazy as hell! That's how we do it down here in Georgia It's on like a motherfucker when the weather's gorgeous Shit you industry punks never seen on a TV screen From radios to porches, to patios, let's torch it Some bitch, I pour gas on it Crunk?, Bet your ass on it! [Hook] Start the bonfire drop the tailgate Pass the Knob Creek and we can drink it straight And if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late Start the bonfire drop the tailgate Pass the Knob Creek and we can drink it straight And if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late [Verse 3 Brooks] Now it's about 3:30 I'm seein' shit Screwin' three or four broads like a trail of piss Takin' three or four rolls I ain't feelin' shit Give me three or four mo' 'bout real quick Ain't nothin' down here but 'trailer crank' Poor man with a meth lab and 'bama stank Man, y'all keep that dyin' shit Motherfucker do I look like I'm tryin' to quit? [Verse 3 Danny Boone] Moonshine in a Mason jar at noon-time, trippin' Beer is for the guzzelin', this is for the sippin' When the Sun go down, it sure be goody good In the dirty dirt, speakin' dirty words They might be scarred but them boys ain't skerd I don't know if you heard, you can't polish a turd Yeah, my vision blurred, my speech a little slurred But back off of me cracker 'for your ass get hurt [Brooks] Now it's going on 3:30 We drunk and crunk and wet and geek you bet we freak Now we sloppy grumpy and dirty let the embers burn Break out another case and call the dope man cuz We off the chain and we won't never learn [Hook] Start the bonfire drop the tailgate Pass the Knob Creek and we can drink it straight And if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late Start the bonfire drop the tailgate Pass the Knob Creek and we can drink it straight And if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late [Verse 2 Danny Boone] Turn up that kicker box shit and take a liquor shot wit' us Pass the wacky backy sacky to pack in the one hitter My souls one wisp of wind 'bout a hundred fifty acres Of friends going as far as these 10 kegs will take us More sin in the tension then in nights in Vegas Bunch of ex convicts on booze and baby-dubbies Good looking barefooted bitches wit' big boobies Quadruple my pupils and I'm triple the trouble I pop a double stack Mercedes more groovy than a bag of Ruffles When the broads get to brawlin' it's on like chili and crackers But I just sit back cacklin' holding my taliwacker The sound of the fire cracklin' the breeze through the trees Give me goosebump like spacklin' believe you me bro So don't sing it bring it, don't front it run it Don't hold it roll it, don't tap the gas gun it Take that shit you talking with you walking, son I done done it [Hook] Start the bonfire drop the tailgate Pass the Knob Creek and we can drink it straight And if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late Start the bonfire drop the tailgate Pass the Knob Creek and we can drink it straight And if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late Start the bonfire drop the tailgate Pass the Knob Creek and we can drink it straight And if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late Start the bonfire drop the tailgate Pass the Knob Creek and we can drink it straight And if the fire keeps burning and the skies stay orange We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late To the window, to the walls Till the sweat running off my balls Till the shit runnin' out yo' drawers Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet To the window, to the walls Till the sweat runnin' off my balls Till the shit runnin' out yo' drawers Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet