Doobie Lyrics - Im Country lyrics

Im Country lyrics (Lyrics)

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[Intro/Chorus:]

Pace yourself (Pace yourself)
Dont let yo self (Dont let yo self)
get caught up (get caught up)
Im brought up (Im brought up)
in the country (in the country)
Dont touch me (Dont touch me)
Im clutchy (Im clutchy)
Im fussy (Im fussy)
Live money (Live money)
Love money (Love money)
Cos I told you (I told you)
Im country (Im country nigga)
Pace yourself (Pace yourself)
Dont let yo self (Dont let yo self)
get caught up (get caught up)
Im brought up (Im brought up)
in the country

In the d-d-day I put my dilli on Daynas and Pirellis
Gettin high so I Think I Can Fly like R.Kelly
And be all of my niggas Gz and none of my niggas punks
We flippin down tha Interstate, crump and matchin blunts
I stay pissy head drunk, ya dig money?
In a Cadillac Maurice that I got from Frank Ten
Ive been plus Five Percent bein rolled up
Talkin outerstate drug deals on my blow up, mo hash nigga
Hold up yo ur fuckin wism, rollers in lockin
and have that ass capped, sent it from my mo, I told ya
You need a fix, nigga whats the word on it?
Rollin in a pancake zigga with tha zerb on it
Daynas and Vogues is how I roll when Im smokin
And tinted windows, and let em up if you get nosey
???? and colds supposedly, I do away with them Js
In a GS300, gettin blunted, on a tollway, hey

[Chorus]

Im like the Pips, Im just Gladys Knight
19 is Daynas with the two-inch whites, Im served tight
Lookin like a nigga should be in Vogue, cos Im parked
with the hella flashers sittin on Vogues in the dark
I sparks me a Dutch, plus paper drinkin my nut
And be mashin on the gas or the brake and the clutch
See young Doob like south is such, nigga what?
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I pick your pocket like Deion and run it straight up the gut
Then I cut to the sidelines swervin then drop up my pick up
And Earvin then picked up my bourbon, f or certain
Its all ta see, me, cos wes Gz
20-inches with the TV, fo scheezy
Believe me, ya gettin murdered and touched, then we burst
Im like Jordan up in the clutch, bitch I dont miss when it counts
We bring the narrows in mass amounts, is yall wit me?
If you need to re-up or sto, then yall hit me (get me?)

[Chorus]

Young Doob on the escapade in the Cadillac
Escalate with mo ice than the Icecapades
I graze niggas like razorblades, Im tailor made
From bald to blade to Frankie Beverly and maize
Im paid, I stay with real killers, and gold getters
Been raised on cornbread and collard green niggas
And Fubu and Hilfigers, Baileys and Vigours
If ya want us niggas, then come get us, we killers
From the city of the Tezas Rangers and high rollers
In a Lexus Landrover that I flipped over
Im drunk and barely sober, prayin to Jehovah
in hope that this hopelessness dont push me over
Im just a young baller with nathin to lose
Payin my dues in Oriental tattoos
Drankin and pourin out brews for lost fools
who niggas pushed bourb, wood with the zerb
And we all bi-coastal but we claim the 3rd
Where niggas swerve, pimp serve and do the dirty bird, ya heard?!?
Death Row South, ya check me?
From Texas
Where nothin changed but the necklace

[Chorus x2]

Death Rows finest nigga!
The Souths finest nigga!
Im gone! Ive been handed the motherfuckin torch!
You bitch made niggas dont want none, you heard me?!?
Young Doob, and my comrades, whoopin ass!!!
Uh, uh, cos Im COUNTRY!!