im tow up from tha mothafickin flow up
golden grain to the brain, not really givin no f*ck
a sloppy drunk bear huggin every damn body
half a fifth of jack, about to get this bitch buck rowdy
Chorus
everybody come on we gone sing a song
ill grab a bottle
youll grab a bong
we gone get lit till the sun come up
and imma toast to the fam with a dixie cup
all the los in this bitch lets get it on and poppin
yall my lettes no regrets lets see them pannies droppin
and it dont matta if you smoke or if ya drank
if ya pour a lil water or fire up a lil dank
role a blunt and light it up and imma pour a glass
you get high and i get drunk and then ill meet yo ass
somewhere in the middle somewhere on the other side
east coast to west everybodys gettin country fried
Chorus
every body come on we gone sing a song
ill grab a bottle youll grab a bong
we gone get lit till the sun come up
and imma toast to the fam with a dixie cup
iiiim hooome sooo taaake me drunk again
youuuu stoooned i hope this shit dont ever eeend
mix jegermeister in a cup with some tangeray
........ what the f*ck you say?
idont know but this shit has got me own blown
my head is achin like im smokin on some homegrown
i need another shot and make that shit a f*ckin double
and pass my fam the blunt
i want the f*ckin high as hell
when juggalos up in this bitch
we drank and smoke all night
we gettin tow down but swing our f*ckin hatchets high!