[Chorus]
\nBig ol' trucks, big ol' guns
\nAnd you can bet yo' ass we don't run (We don't run!)
\nI keep an ice cold beer and two bad broads
\nNow let me tell ya about where I'm from (Where you from boy?)
\n(Down yonder) Down yonder baby
\nWhere we screamin "eye for an eye" (I-yi-yi)
\n(Down yonder) Down yonder baby
\nWe don't die, we multiply (I-yi-yi)
\n
\n[Verse 1: Bubba Sparxx]
\nYeah, ahh
\nWe descended from a long line of renegades
\nFrom dirt roads to two lanes to interstates
\nFrom share croppin to coppin them Rocky Ridge trucks
\nWe came a long way baby, you gotta get up
\nThe New South, the old struggle, the new hustle
\nThe money come, if you nurture it you'd do double
\nThe whiskey flows, we guzzle it, and hunt trouble
\nWe had a problem I'd let you know it, it wasn't subtle
\nWe send them big trucks way up in the air
\nAnd snatch up big booty Bettys by the pair
\nMy boys and dem boys really don't compare
\nCountry boy, city slick, get it anywhere
\nOver there, down yonder, no that ain't thunder
\nBig block, loud pipes, 808 drummer
\nSour diesel, easin' on up out the sunroof
\nCoors Light all blue, what it do fool?
\n
\n[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx]
\nBig ol' trucks, big ol' guns
\nAnd you can bet yo' ass we don't run (We don't run!)
\nI keep an ice cold beer and two bad broads
\nNow let me tell ya about where I'm from (Where you from boy?)
\n(Down yonder) Down yonder baby
\nWhere we screamin "eye for an eye" (I-yi-yi)
\n(Down yonder) Down yonder baby
\nWe don't die, we multiply (I-yi-yi)
\n
\n[Verse 2: I4?Ni]
\nNow let me talk to 'em, paint 'em a visual
\nThey're seein' one way not usin' they peripherals
\nSee it how I see it, walk in my shoes
\nAnd if the shoe fits then wear it cause I'm talkin' to you
\nYeah, don't play with them boys, I'm tellin' you right now
\nIt's more than just music, that's really the lifestyle
\nBig ol' trucks, replace the hubcaps
\nMickey Thompson tires equipped with the mudflaps (Yeah)
\nSittin jacked up, and if you act up
\nBig ol' guns, and a whole lot of backup
\nSo don't pull it 'less you're gonna shoot it
\nCity slick but still country rooted
\nI'm still the undisputed, voice, for them boys down yonder
\nAll about the family, loyalty and honor
\nBy any means we defend our perimeter
\nParty all night and go have lunch with the senator
\n
\n[Chours: Bubba Sparxxx]
\nBig ol' trucks, big ol' guns
\nAnd you can bet yo' ass we don't run (We don't run!)
\nI keep an ice cold beer and two bad broads
\nNow let me tell ya about where I'm from (Where you from boy?)
\n(Down yonder) Down yonder baby
\nWhere we screamin' "eye for an eye" (I-yi-yi)
\n(Down yonder) Down yonder baby
\nWe don't die, we multiply (I-yi-yi)
\n
\n[Verse 3: I4Ni]
\nYeah, Chevy sittin high lookin like I'm Grave Digger
\nOvertime in the game I get paid quicker
\nAnd my people with me, all of them are made figures
\nAnd we don't run, so don't play with us
\nWinchester in my window, that's my .30-30
\nBetter watch what you get into in the dirty-dirty
\nWe grow a little grass, we have a good time
\nWe ferment the mash, here have some moonshine
\nFill up your glass, and just sip it slow
\nNow do-si-do, if you don't know it this is how it goes
\nYou grab lil' mama by the hand and just hit the flo'
\nAnd get to movin around, feel it from head to toe (Yee-haw)
\nI keep that Lynyrd Skynyrd comin' out my stereo
\nWe good ol' boys, these people know us everywhere we go
\nSo I be good to 'em, it's I-4-N-I
\nWhere I reside we don't die, we just multiply
\n
\n[Chours: Bubba Sparxxx]
\nBig ol' trucks, big ol' guns
\nAnd you can bet yo' ass we don't run (We don't run!)
\nI keep an ice cold beer and two bad broads
\nNow let me tell ya about where I'm from (Where you from boy?)
\n(Down yonder) Down yonder baby
\nWhere we screamin' "eye for an eye" (I-yi-yi)
\n(Down yonder) Down yonder baby
\nWe don't die, we multiply (I-yi-yi)\n\n
