Featuring: Sarah Buxton
If you don't wanna love me
Then I'll find somebody else who will
Find another kind of thrill
Find another way to fill this loneliness
If you don't wanna love me
I'll find somebody else who will
Find another kind of thrill
Find another way to fill this loneliness
A married couple with kids and a family pet
He takes for granted that it's all good, and things are set
But she feels no passion in the romance
It's been a year since they had their last slow dance
Even worse her husband treats her like an ornament
Every other week the kids have a tournament
A team meeting or somewhere they gotta be
But her heart's screamin', "Hey what about me?"
Unbeknownst, another hound is in the chicken coop
And he's makin' moves like a player to the hoop
She met him at the gym or was it at the grocery?
It doesn't matter 'cause you know where it's goin' be
'Cause last year, her mister got caught cheatin'
So she figures that this is gonna make 'em even
He thought she'd wait like all the times before
Until he found the note she left for him hanging on the door, it read
If you don't wanna love me
Then I'll find somebody else who will
(Find somebody else who will)
Find another kind of thrill
Find another way to fill this loneliness
If you don't wanna love me
I'll find somebody else who will
(Find somebody else who will)
Find another kind of thrill
Find another way to fill this loneliness
She's sixteen, callin' home to her mama
Afraid to talk 'cause she scared of all the noise and drama
She's been gone for a week and a half
All she wants is something to eat and a nap
'Cause she's a runaway, runaway, runaway
Sleepin' under bridges and sleepin' in alleyways
Afraid to go the shelter so at night she prays
That hopefully she's gonna see some better days
Meanwhile Mom and Dad are really frantic
When they saw her clothes were gone you know they really panicked
Thoughts in their mind, "Did she run to the border?"
Or even worse "Will she be a case on Law and Order?"
The silence in her room screams of not feelin' wanted
Of not being good enough it almost seems haunted
All her pain soon will be known
When she leaves her Mom and Dad a message after the tone and says
If you don't wanna love me
Then I'll find somebody else who will
(Find somebody else who will)
Find another kind of thrill
Find another way to fill this loneliness
If you don't wanna love me
I'll find somebody else who will
(Find somebody else who will)
Find another kind of thrill
Find another way to fill this loneliness
If you really wanna know me
I guess you better show me
Is it real or is it phony?
Just love me or leave me alone
If you don't wanna love me
Then I'll find somebody else who will
(I'll find somebody else who will)
Find another kind of thrill
Find another way to fill this loneliness
If you don't wanna love me
I'll find somebody else who will
(I'll find somebody else who will)
Find another kind of thrill
Find another way to fill this loneliness
This loneliness
Find another kind of thrill
If you don't wanna love me
If you don't wanna love me
[Intro - Larry the Cable Guy]
Test two, test two three, test two niner five.
Hey, Git-R-Done! This is Larry the Cable Guy, by God!
I've never won a Grammy award, but Barbra Streisand
Took her top off one time and won a SAG award!
Ha ha! That's funny, I don't care who you are!
Hey, enjoy this song by Cowboy Troy, a good buddy of mine!
Git-R-Done! By God, Troy, GIT-R-DONE!
[Big & Rich]
YEE HAW!!!!! [chainsaw sounds]
[Tag - Cowboy Troy]
If you don't know, better ask somebody
Get on the floor and grab that hottie
If you don't know, better ask somebody
Get on the floor and grab that hottie
If you don't know, better ask somebody
Get on the floor and grab that hottie
I gotta work tomorrow y'all
But tonight I'm gonna party
[Chorus - Big & Rich]
Like it's my last yee haw! Gonna let it hang out!
Like it's my last yee haw! Gonna scream and shout!
Like it's my last yee haw! Gonna burn down the town!
Like it's my last yee haw!!!!
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]
Better hurry up, don't waste your time
You know what to do when you hear my rhyme
You're bouncin' up and down like a kid on a seesaw
Steady groovin' word to your meemaw
Right now put 'em in the air
wave side-to-side, scream "Aw yeah!"
Gotta work tomorrow y'all
But tonight I'm gonna party
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy]
Whatch'o name is? Now don't be scared
Get on the dancefloor, girl, ya heard?
Hands on your knees, arch that back
Shake that badonkadonk and make it clap
Aw now, here we go
Get on the dance floor and get low
Sweat drippin' all down your clothes
'Cause where it stops no one knows
[Repeat Chorus]
[Repeat Tag]
[Repeat Chorus]
[Big & Rich]
Like it's my last yee haw!
Like it's my last yee haw!
Like it's my last yee haw!
Like it's my last yee haw!!!!
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Well we enter the facility, the place is jumpin'
Everything is crowded, the music is bumpin'
We make a lap with drink in hand, try to walk around but we're in demand
About then sweety went to the ladies room
And that's when the DJ played the boom, boom, boom, bang-biggity-bang
I looked over my shoulder and I was like "Dang"
A chick was dancin' on the bar so I double checked
Sweety came back, something wrong with your head? I said
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Like the fellas on the beach in the summertime
Checkin' out the girls walkin' up and down the coastline
Splashin' in the surf in their bikinis
Others tan on a blanket while they sip Martinis
All winter long fellas did those crunches
'Cause girls are like bananas, man, they roll in bunches
Lookin' for fun but didn't keep it in check
What happened to you boy? I got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
You're hanging on my words like a life preserver
My rhyme is your table and I'll be your server
Paid attention to the song like a record exec
Bobbed your head up and down and got a crick in your neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Mmm hmm! Got a crick in my neck
Featuring: Jill Kinsey
In a smoky room, I see you
And you're dancin' to a groovin' tune
Just mellow out, shake your, mmm
And do your thang, baby do your thang
You gotta blonde, a redhead, a brunette
In the gym working up a sweat
One on the treadmill, one on the bike
One in kickboxing class all night
Doing their best to work it out
Tryin' to get a nice body and a nice "Badow"
You love to hear words comin' out of their mouths
These girls are G.R.I.T.S., 'Girls Raised In The South'
Gonna get cleaned up, meet at the spot
Each one is confident she's pretty hot
Hate to see them go but you love to watch them leave
Go on ladies just do your thang
Do your thang, baby do your thang
Do your thang, baby do your thang
Do your thang, baby do your thang
Do your thang, baby do your thang
The witching hour and the club is packed
And we're doing it and we're doing it fast
The lights are bright, cocktails strong
Just do your thang, baby do your thang
Man look at that face, silhouette body
Kickin' so hard you thought she knew karate
Send a 'Thank you' to her dad and mom
'Cause once she smiles boy you know what's on
You know she has nice etiquette
But she'll laugh even though she doesn't get it yet
You want to hear her say no one can do it better
Next she's callin' out the 15th letter
Better recognize, get woke to some act rights
She'll get to the point like stalagmites
Bouncin' in the club in the black light
Girl so fine bow down like a jack-knife
She ain't frontin', she ain't stuntin'
Swingin' for the fence boy, she ain't buntin'
She's educated but she's fluent in street slang
Go on girl, just do your thang
Do your thang, baby do your thang
Do your thang, baby do your thang
Do your thang, baby do your thang
Do your thang, baby do your thang
Do your thang, baby do your thang
Do your thang, baby do your thang
Do your thang, baby do your thang
Do your thang, baby do your thang
Do your thang, baby do your thang
Do your thang, baby do your thang
Do your thang, baby do your thang
Featuring: James Otto
I'm a beast on the mic, can't get no satisfaction
Step aside, 'cause it's time for some action
I'm a hick rhyme sayer with a kung fu grip
I get the job done instead of talkin' 'bout it
Early in the mornin', I'm up and I'm out
Hopin' one day my album goes platinum
Rockin' that mic so viciously
Deliciously, not maliciously
When atmospheric pressure and vapor pressure converge
There's a party surge, so I must emerge
Get the people hyped and keep going nonstop
Knock the party off the meter when the bass line drops
I'm a beast on the mic, can't get no satisfaction
Step aside, 'cause it's time for some action
I'm a hick rhyme sayer with a kung fu grip
I get the job done instead of talkin' 'bout it
Ichi-nichi-ju, Ichi-nichi-ju
Kuroi Amerikajin yoru
The last of the Brohicans is speakin'
The one that you turn to each and every weekend
Risin', peakin' while the bump is beatin'
Don't turn back, no retreatin'
You can see my vision, you can feel my force
Time to hit the trail, boy, the mic is my horse
I tantalize and tickle your tympanic with my English
Smile as you listen to the ruckus
As I bring this mic, can't get no satisfaction
Step aside, 'cause it's time for some action
I'm a hick rhyme sayer with a kung fu grip
I get the job done instead of talkin' 'bout it
Ichi-nichi-ju, Ichi-nichi-ju
Kuroi Amerikajin yoru
All day long, all day long
Cowboy Troy bringin' you this song
All day long, all day long
Cowboy Troy bringin' you this song
I'm comin' with the best and fresh from out west
Bus driver takin' you to school to pass the test
See, I'm lyrically hypnotic, at times even psychotic
Neurotic, bionic and it may leave you catatonic
I'm a beast on the mic, can't get no satisfaction
Step aside, 'cause it's time for some action
I'm a hick rhyme sayer with a kung fu grip
I get the job done instead of talkin' 'bout it
I'm a beast on the mic, can't get no satisfaction
Step aside, 'cause it's time for some action
I'm a hick rhyme sayer with a kung fu grip
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world
To the hicks in Russia, zdrasvootya, kak dila, pazhalsta
Be careful 'cause I'm hot to ya, while I'm rockin' ya
And your mouth is hanging open saying, "Shto eta?"
We've got the cowboy sound all across the seas
Bonjour to the French and the Portuguese
Konnichi wa to the Japanese
I'll even break it down for you in Mandarin Chinese
Yi-ar-san, san-ar-yi, nin hao, wo jiao xiansheng CBT, wo cong meiguo lai
Ji dian liu, wo dong jiankang ra huo che nimen fu yijian yuan jian shi
Cong yirjo so lai, wo dong bian, Beijing, Sichuan, Cian Gang, zai jian
Yi liu ping an!
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight
(Sing along tonight!)
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world
Guten abent meine damen and herren
Is what you hear in Germany when speakers are blaring
Frankfurt, Berlin, Hamburg, und Koln
Rackin' up minutes callin' home on my cell phone
I can't wait to rock Tokyo, Nihonjin! Domo arigato!
Okinawa, Kyoto, Osaka, sounds like a job for the chief party rocker
I'm a lyrical black belt, so now you know
Some call it Tongue Fu, I call it Tae Kwon Flo!
Laissez les bon ton roulle
As I'm rockin' Paris and the Champs Elysses
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight
(Sing along tonight!)
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight
(Sing along tonight!)
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world
(C'mon c'mon!)
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight
(Sing along y'all, sing along!)
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world
Hey everybody wrap around the world
Hey everybody wrap around the world
Featuring: Jon Nicholson
Whoop! Whoop whoop
There's just something 'bout your whoop whoop
It makes me wanna whoop whoop
I just can't help but whoop whoop
There's just something 'bout your whoop whoop, whoop whoop
Whoop whoop got me jumpin' through hoops
'Cause a day without your love girl, I can't recoup
Send chills down my spine every time we touch
You say come here I get in gear, like poppin' the clutch
That rush like you're rollin' down a hill
You said, "Be still, I got a chill!"
I said, "Okay girl, I will!"
With the sweat accumulating in a pool in your navel
I'm rockin' your body 'cause I'm willin' and able
Truth not fable, I make the bed sing like the movies on cable
Holdin' on tight sittin' tall in the saddle
Your heels inside just like spurrin' cattle
Hearts in rhythm, nibble on my ear please be my friend
Your hair is gettin' tangled 'cause I make your body tingle
By the hair of my chinny-chin chin, gotta get your
Whoop whoop
It makes me wanna whoop whoop
I just can't help but whoop whoop
There's just something 'bout your whoop whoop, whoop whoop
In the morning when I'm yawnin' I wake up
The sunrise in your eyes helps to heat me up
A kiss and a hug and and an "I love you"
A kiss back and a wink and "I love you too"
Two hearts, one soul walkin' on air
Livin' on love, livin' on a prayer
Lips so sweet like chocolate
I get a rush so strong I can't forget
Love is the breeze that fills my sails
I crave to breathe what you exhale
I'll cross the desert with life at its worst
All I need is your touch to quench my thirst
Think the same without saying a word
Your voice is the sweetest thing I've heard
Go on punkin' put this song on loop
I gotta tell you again baby, I gotta get your
Whoop whoop
It makes me wanna whoop whoop
I just can't help but whoop whoop
There's just something 'bout your whoop whoop, whoop whoop
There's just something 'bout your whoop whoop
It makes me wanna whoop whoop
I just can't help but whoop whoop
There's just something 'bout your whoop whoop, whoop whoop
There's just something 'bout your whoop whoop
It makes me wanna whoop whoop
I just can't help but whoop whoop
Featuring: Tim McGraw, Big Kenny
Like dust in the wind sand slips through your fingers
Similar to shattered dreams that still linger
Trying to succeed in whatever you do
But the failures of the past seem to laugh and mock you
I'm worse than a has been 'cause you say I never will be
I'm just tryin' to excel so you feel me
'Cause boundaries are made to be broken
And I'm leavin' all the name sayers chokin'
On the dust that I'm kickin' up behind me
It's difficult findin' words to define me
The hick hop cowboy from the D A double L A S
So fresh in the contest
Rockin' stages like Guns N' Roses
I been flowin' since Madonna was strikin' poses
I can't quit now 'cause there's too much buzz
And I'm gettin' my chance because
Somebody's smilin' on me
Somebody's smilin' on me
Somebody's smilin' on me
Count your blessings, can't you see?
He's smilin' on you and smilin' on me
I remember the days sittin' in the pews
When I heard the preacher sayin', "Spread the news"
I was feelin' the blues 'til I had a chance to choose
Now I feel the love to the soles of my shoes
Try to walk in a path of the guiding light
I thank the Lord for everything when I pray at night
'Cause I can feel His strength, I can feel His power
He's the one I turn to in my darkest hour
Try to be a good man, never called a saint
Never walked on water so I know I ain't
I might swim in the whiskey
But I'm bathed in the blood of the lamb
If you want peace raise your hand
And when Heaven comes, it won't be no drama
And if you see her first say, "Hi" to my Mama
Somebody's smilin' on me
Somebody's smilin' on me
Somebody's smilin' on me
Count your blessings, can't you see?
He's smilin' on you, He's smilin' on me
Somebody's smilin' on me
Somebody's smilin' on me
Somebody's smilin' on me
Count your blessings, can't you see?
He's smilin' on you
Somebody's smilin' on me
Somebody's smilin' on me
Somebody's smilin' on me
Count your blessings, can't you see?
If you don't know, better ask somebody
Get on the floor and grab that hottie
If you don't know, better ask somebody
Get on the floor and grab that hottie
If you don't know, better ask somebody
Get on the floor and grab that hottie
I gotta work tomorrow y'all
But tonight I'm gonna party
Like it's my last yee haw, gonna let it hang out
Like it's my last yee haw, gonna scream and shout
Like it's my last yee haw, gonna burn down the town
Like it's my last yee haw
Better hurry up, don't waste your time
You know what to do when you hear my rhyme
You're bouncin' up and down like a kid on a seesaw
Steady groovin' word to your meemaw
Right now put 'em in the air
Wave side to side, scream, "Aw yeah"
Gotta work tomorrow y'all
But tonight I'm gonna party
Like it's my last yee haw, gonna let it hang out
Like it's my last yee haw, gonna scream and shout
Like it's my last yee haw, gonna burn down the town
Like it's my last yee haw
Whatcho name is? Now don't be scared
Get on the dance floor, girl, ya heard?
Hands on your knees, arch that back
Shake that badon kadonk and make it clap
Aw now, here we go
Get on the dance floor and get low
Sweat drippin' all down your clothes
'Cause where it stops no one knows
Like it's my last yee haw, gonna let it hang out
Like it's my last yee haw, gonna scream and shout
Like it's my last yee haw, gonna burn down the town
Like it's my last yee haw
If you don't know, better ask somebody
Get on the floor and grab that hottie
If you don't know, better ask somebody
Get on the floor and grab that hottie
If you don't know, better ask somebody
Get on the floor and grab that hottie
I gotta work tomorrow y'all
But tonight I'm gonna party
Like it's my last yee haw, gonna let it hang out
Like it's my last yee haw, gonna scream and shout
Like it's my last yee haw, gonna burn down the town
Like it's my last yee haw
Like it's my last yee haw
Like it's my last yee haw
Like it's my last yee haw
I've got a hicked out ride with a big block growl
Buckle up tight roll into town
My crew's rollin through lookin shiny and new
Sittin crooked on my chrome on a set of 22's
From the bumper to the hitch my whip is glistenin
Listen to my 15 inches hittin
Diamonds on my digits and my Stetson on my heady
But I aint ready till I'm dressed in my Chevy
Chorus:
You can't mess with my bowtie you know it's so fly
One ride you'll know why can't mess with my bowtie
Can't mess with my bowtie just feel that silkey glide
In styl when I arrive can't mess with my bowtie
I keep the outside shiny and the inside clean
Only wrappers that you see on my seat is me
The shotgun seat is saved for my lady
She loves how I baby my baby
I got the charcoal tint keep the inside cool
The big Bose system bumpin it old school
Dressed to impress oh yes I rock steady
But I aint ready till I'm dressed in my Chevy
Hey all you hick chicks dixie divas and you southern bells
All you redneck women let me hear you yell
Get up move your body to the beat
Witness the dope lyrics that I speak
Get this deep into your cranium
Drop it like it's hot til you're glowing like uranium
Country girls in the cowgirl hats with the tattoos on their back
In the middle right above the waistline
Hold up y'all here comes the bass line
You like that 808 rattling feeling in your crack
With the wail tail
Playing games with your man all evening
Cuz you know your gonna leave here steaming
Country girls keep a romance thick
that's why all the fellas want a hick chick
Where are the Hick Chicks
Where are the Hick Chicks
Where are the Hick Chicks
(Right here)
Where are the Hick Chicks
Where are the Hick Chicks
Where are the Hick Chicks
(Where are the Hick Chicks)
(Where are the Hick Chicks)
Hey all you hick chicks dixie divas and you southern bells
All you redneck women let me hear you yell
Hey all you hick chicks dixie divas and you southern bells
All you redneck women let me hear you yell
Got the boys all checkin out your milkshake
Each one tryin to figure what it'll take
To get your name or possibly your email
Cuz you're a straight up countrified female
Like the fella that you met at the grocery
He was everything a man was supposed to be
But you took him to the club and he couldn't dance
Ease up girl give the boy another chance
We all know you want a man who can step
Knows how to move can dance two-step
You're the one all the girls wanna be
You're the one all the boys come to see
Where are the Hick Chicks
Where are the Hick Chicks
Where are the Hick Chicks
(Right here Troy Right Here)
Where are the Hick Chicks
Where are the Hick Chicks
Where are the Hick Chicks
(Where are the Hick Chicks)
(Where are the Hick Chicks)
(Where are the Hick Chicks)
(Where are the Hick Chicks)
Hey all you hick chicks dixie divas and you southern bells
All you redneck women let me hear you yell
Hey all you hick chicks dixie divas and you southern bells
All you redneck women let me hear you yell
Hey all you hick chicks dixie divas and you southern bells
All you redneck women let me hear you yell
Hey all you hick chicks dixie divas and you southern bells
All you redneck women let me hear you yell
Hey all you hick chicks dixie divas and you southern bells
I'm not a politician but I can be when I speak
It's disturbingthat kids can't even eat
But eat 52 hot dogs they call youa champion
If you think aobut it then it might make your mind cramp
Scared kids run away from broken homes
Cuz some kids are scared of gettin' broken bones
Mama talks 'em down till they're feelin' like misfits
Daddy gets drunk and locks them in the closet
Sittin in when you sittin there readin bout it
Blame it on the liquor and they say they can't do without it
But who speaks for the ones who can't on their own
I guess it's me cuz I'm the man with the microphone
Hey I'm the man with the microphone
Somebody turn it on so I can sing my song
I'm just saying what's gotta be said
So don't you turn your head from the man with the microphone
First Somalia now Sudan and Darfur
Don't understand what innocence they're dying for
Dodging bullets poor boys dying from disease
It's enough to make a strong man hit his knees
And cry out to the Lord Jesus up above
To help the world find peace and secure love
The emcee said it like that in the 80's
To this day people still acting shady
In the Middle East mommas crying in the street
Angry fathers never to claim defeat
And they been fighting each other for thousands of years
Drenched with blood and all their tears
In a land no bigger than a county
Fightin each other like hunters for a bounty
But who speaks for those left without a home
I guess it's me cuz I'm the man with the microphone
Hey I'm the man with the microphone
Somebody turn it on so I can sing my song
I'm just saying what's gotta be said
I was born in a Texas land,
To a texacattle woman and a Red River man.
Named after my daddy,
They taught me right from wrong.
Taught me to be honest as the day was long.
Mama didn't take no sass,
Daddy didn't take no layer.
Had to be at school each day,
Got trouble if I skipped.
When the bad times came,
They always held my hand.
To this day I'm a mama's boy,
And daddy's little man. yeah
Work hard soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon. (son)
Don't give up. (up)
Keep that nose in them books,
And keep that room picked up. (up)
Don't skew my word boy,
'Cause don't nothin' come easy.
Hard heads make for soft behinds,
Believe me that means breazy.
Heavier than daddy.
Six inches tall-er.
'F I stepped outta line, he had me by the col-lar.
"Gotta be careful, son! Don' wind up on the news!"
"Live in my house, boy, you abide by my rules."
"Gotta have discipline. Can't do just whatchou want."
"Such things as rules and laws. Such things as dos and don'ts."
"Mind yo mama, boy. Grip hard when you shake hands."
To this day I'm a mama's boy and daddy's little man. yeah
Work hard soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon. (son)
Don't give up. (up)
Keep that nose in them books,
And keep that room picked up. (up)
Don't skew my word boy,
'Cause don't nothin' come easy.
Hard heads make for soft behinds,
Believe me that means breazy.
I was born in a Texas land,
Featuring: Big & Rich
I play chicken with the train
Play chicken with the train train
Unh huh huh, unh huh huh
You know that I play chicken with the train
Play chicken with the train train
Unh huh huh, unh huh huh, yeah
Hold 'em up! Here we go
All the hicks and chicks feel the flow
Big black train comin 'round the bend
G'won kinfolk tell ya mom'an'em
Chug-a-lugga, chug-a-lugga, chug-a-lugga who?
The big blackneck comin' through to you
Boy, you done fell and bumped your head
Uh huh, that's what they said
People said it's impossible
Not probable, too radical
But I already been on the CMA's
Hell, Tim McGraw said he like the change
And he likes the way my hick-hop sounds
And the way the crowd screams when I stomp the ground
I'm big and black, clickety-clack
And I make the train jump the track, like that
I play chicken with the train
Play chicken with the train train
Unh huh huh, unh huh huh
You know that I play chicken with the train
Play chicken with the train train
Unh huh huh, unh huh huh, yeah
From mic to cassette deep into your ear
My voice is your choice that you wanted to hear
Southern boy makin' noise where the buffalo roam
Flesh, denim and bone as you might have known
See me ridin' into town like a desperado
With a big belt buckle, the cowboy bravado
All over the world wide web you'll see, download CBT on an mp3
Speak clearly what I'm sayin' so you'll comprehend
Hit the net for hick-hop radio, tune in
Rollin' like thunder on the scene
It's kinda hard to describe if you know what I mean
I never claimed to be the hardest of the roughest hard rocks
But I'm boomin' out yo' box, skills got you jumpin' outch'a socks
From Texas here I come, movin' yo body with a bass kick drum
I play chicken with the train
Play chicken with the train train
Unh huh huh, unh huh huh
You know that I play chicken with the train
Play chicken with the train train
Unh huh huh, unh huh huh, yeah
I play chicken with the train
Play chicken with the train train
Unh huh, unh huh
I play chicken with the train
Play chicken with the train train
Unh huh huh, unh huh huh
You know that I play chicken with the train
Play chicken with the train train
Unh huh huh, unh huh huh
You know that I play chicken with the train
Play chicken with the train train
Unh huh huh, unh huh huh, yeah
Huh, yeah, one time
How can you hate me
What day? Attention
Permission to cut loose
And shake your butt granted
You know what?
There's no way you could of planned it
The buffalo is still here
The haters can't stand it
Do you hate me cause I'm larger than you
Or cause I'm stronger
Or that I work harder than you?
Or the fact I have the power
To react and choose not to
And that is my tool
Boom I got you.
Do you hear my understanding of economic policy
Or the fact that I vote
Be careful now don't choke
On the fact I can read in the first place
Some of ya'll demands
Since my very first birthday
(How can you hate someone you just don't know)
You come and see the show
It's gonna be for full fledged
Buy the whole seat
Only 90 bucks a head
The more you hate you know the less love grows
The black buffalo commin out the box
Kicks and rocks
From your head down to your socks
Some people do things to be legendary
But wind up notorious and excindiary
You wanna hate me
You better hate harder
You wanna put out the fire
Bring more water
Some may represent back in the past days
Wantin' me to cross over like I'm on a fast breaks
Speakin my selection makes it hard like rambo
Some of yall say a train
Nothin but a sand boat
Big and rich with the bet
They really took a gamble
Now I'm giving nay sayas
More than they can handle
Fifteen years I used to rap for freesy
Now I'm thankful for the cords
When your pay to sees me
Indeed I declare I aint like ofry wims
Couldnt picture your neck
From here to san demas
Act like I'm a farmilliar man
Go on recognize me
Batton down them hatches
When they start to super size me
(How can you hate someone you just don't know)
You come and see the show
It's gunna be for full fledged
Buy the whole seat
Only 90 bucks a head
The more you hate you know the less love grows
The black buffalo commin out the box
Kicks and rocks
From your head down to your socks
How can you hate me
-cool guitar solo-
I was Branded a sell out
Before I sold out of concert
Speakin the truth
So it's bound to make your mind hurt
The slaves were freed in the 1860's
But some fokes still think
They have a right to get me
They wanna take me out to a lead buffay
Gimme a new necktie and tie it the old way
People I never met wanna take me body surfing
Behind a pick up
Ya that's disturbing
And when my family finds out
It's a little un nerving
You need to wash up for supper
If you're eatin what I'm servin
Whatup kin foke
Whatup cuz
Aint a man alive who can do what I does
(How can you hate someone you just don't know)
You come and see the show
It's gunna be for full fledged
Buy the whole seat
Only 90 bucks a head
The more you hate you know the less love grows
The black buffalo commin out the box
Kicks and rocks
Escuchen a la musica, the beat is groovin' ya
Groovin' with the record in secreto y la publica
It's the Cowboy with the fresh genre
The groove kinda smooth, make it wanna stick on ya
Comin' outta Dallas, puro eastside
Listen to this song as you're rollin' in your ride
Bumpin' up the street in your clean Impala
Suckers get mad, make 'em wanna holla
The one who's preferred when you're makin' your selection
The verbal disinfectant just to guard against infection
I'm servin' everybody with a lyrical feast
I'm not John Travolta but I'm slicker than Grease
On the floor that the janitor just quit moppin'
Maintain focus so there ain't no stoppin'
Stay unified everybody hick-hoppin'
And like whipped cream I'm gonna be chart toppin'
Uh-huh, aw yeah, hit you with the beat that'll straighten your hair
Orale a mis carnales, puro tejano cowboy from Dallas
Uh-huh, aw yeah, hit you with the beat that'll straighten your hair
Orale a mis carnales, puro tejano cowboy from Dallas
Aw yeah, El Tejano no chavala
Esta cancion esta garantizada
The Texican is gonna flex again
Gonna put that rhyme in your chest again
Am I representin', true that, come on Troy, do that!
All up in your area, people sayin', "Who that?"
Pongan atencion por este tipo de cancion
Y todas los ratones no tienen corazon
You try to say es imposible
Believe me for sheezy es incredible
No comprendes tu no entiendes
You try to understand it but you cannot defend this
Uh-huh, aw yeah, hit you with the beat that'll straighten your hair
Orale a mis carnales, puro tejano cowboy from Dallas
Uh-huh, aw yeah, hit you with the beat that'll straighten your hair
Orale a mis carnales, puro tejano cowboy from Dallas
Uh-huh, aw yeah, hit you with the beat that'll straighten your hair
Orale a mis carnales, puro tejano cowboy from Dallas
Uh-huh, aw yeah, hit you with the beat that'll straighten your hair
Orale a mis carnales, puro tejano cowboy from Dallas
Uh-huh, aw yeah
Uh-huh, aw yeah
Uh-huh, aw yeah
The first thing that you feel is a rumblin'
The next thing you know everything starts crumblin'
Stumbling and you're trying to escape
So you want to get away from your faith
but you can't but wait!
OH no ain't no discounts
you never want it all yall want the full amount
of the lyrical gumbo not mumbo
when it's stronger then a coffee jumbo
the black buffallo from the GTS
came from my back
and the T on my chest
am I up to the test? aw yes
with my brand new style
so fresh
some folks trying to say I'm old off
showed off
got with my boys and road off
to provide the dust
and tumbleweeds
make way for the buffalo stampede
Come and see
the Buffalo is here
safe in bed while my country hits me
want to go out
like a horse and a breakness
Come and see
the Buffalo is here
safe in bed while my country hits me
want to go out
like a horse and a breakness
The whole world can change
in the blink of an eye
try not to cry
feel the pain and the pride
and the loneliness
and the phonyness
all I want is the truth
can you show me this?
but you're here to hook beats
your pace quickens
and you're clucking around like chickens
the Buffallo is on a roll
now you know
like I said popo
so tell your momma and them
save your drama for them
tell all your kin folks
your cousins and your friends
and get on over to the Ponderosa
and move your body and your boody
like you know you're supposedta
some folks trying to say I'm old off
showed off
got with my boys and road off
to provide the dust
and tumbleweeds
make way for the buffalo stampede
Come and see
the Buffalo is here
safe in bed while my country hits me
want to go out
like a horse and a breakness
Come and see
the Buffalo is here
safe in bed while my country hits me
want to go out
like a horse and a breakness
(music break)
one, two, three, four
From Little Big Horn to wounded knee
The trailer kids you'll never find me
and like a cheese boy
you know I'm outlasting
You know I got a hell of a ton of um asking
Come and see
the Buffalo is here
safe in bed while my country hits me
want to go out
like a horse and a breakness
Come and see
the Buffalo is here
safe in bed while my country hits me
want to go out
like a horse and a breakness
Come and see
the Buffalo is here
safe in bed while my country hits me
want to go out
like a horse and a breakness
Come and see
the Buffalo is here
safe in bed while my country hits me
want to go out
like a horse and a breakness
She's sittin' at the bar, sippin' on a beverage
Try to use your platinum card to get leverage
It don't matter, she's got her own
She's got diamonds for buttons on her cellular phone
She's a cutie with a booty, a hottie with a body
Get her on the dance floor, gonna get naughty
Don't mean no harm, just a little fun
'Til it's time for breakfast and you see the sun
Can't find the key to the door where her heart is
Can't find no magic word to say, all the things, I want to say
There's no equation for that rose, she only knows when she
Goes
She's automatic, she's automatic
She turns on when she wants to
Don't give her no static, she's automatic
She turns on when she wants to
Automatic
The beat gets fast and you're cravin' more
Suddenly you make you way to the floor
It's a hick-hop beat boy your body is pumped
All the fine ladies just shakin' their butts
Step up to one then you ask her to dance
It appears to you she's in a trance
Take your time son play your position
'Cause that's the primary mission
Can't find the key to the door where her heart is
Can't find no magic word to say all the things, I want to say
There's no equation for that rose, she only knows when she
Goes
She's automatic, she's automatic
She turns on when she wants to
Don't give her no static, she's automatic
She turns on when she wants to
Automatic
She's automatic, she's automatic
She turns on when she wants to
Don't give her no static, she's automatic
She turns on when she wants to
She's automatic, she's automatic
She turns on when she wants to
Don't give her no static, she's automatic
She turns on when she wants to
Featuring: Big & Rich
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
Well, I'm three weeks late on my credit card payment
The lady on the phone said she wants to make arrangements
"Put a little down, can you pay a little on it?"
My wallet's too flat, couldn't pay if I wanted
They're callin' on my job, I'm gettin' letters in the mail
The haters in the hood all hopin' that I fail
My pocket's on slim fast, tank on empty
Used to have friends said they wanna stick with me
Dogs in my stomach, 'cause now I'm getting hungry
Really under pressure wanna talk to my mommy
People on the corner askin' me for change?
Gotta find me a job with a higher pay range
I've gotta tough time trying to pay my bills
If I hit the jackpot, that'll cure my ills
My credit is a joke and the banks ain't lendin'
Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin'
Ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin')
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What? What? What?)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
The dang landlord's knockin' on my front door
Said he wants the rent from two weeks before
I want to make a call, huh I can't use the phone
That was late too, couldn't get a dial tone
Got snow on my TV, no more cable
Gotta use my straits, keepin' food on my table
My car note's overdue, the bank's talkin' repo
Gotta take my girl to the matinee show
I'm makin' sure she takes a purse big as a tent
Sneakin' in candy bars for 89 cents
I take her to the buffet later in the evenin'
All you can eat, gotta maximize your feedin'
Gotta tough time trying to pay my bills
If I hit the jackpot that'll cure my ills
My credit is a joke and the banks ain't lendin'
Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin'
Ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin')
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What am I? What am I? What am I?)
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What? What? What?)
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Sho' nuff!)
See we live in a world of false pretense
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
My credit is a joke, the banks ain't lendin'
I ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin'
Livin' in a world of false pretense
If I don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
My credit is a joke and the banks ain't lendin'
I ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin'
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin')
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What am I? What am I? What am I?)
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What? What? What?)
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin')
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(Ain't broke yet but I'm sho' nuff bendin')
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What am I? What am I? What am I?)
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
(What? What? What?)
(Ain't broke, ain't broke)
Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin'
Oh yes he is
Lock me up!
and eat the little key with jam
come on, lock me up!
cause my heart is loving you again
someone ought to sue me
for what i let you do to me
someone ought to sue me baby
for all i let you do to me
rag upon the constable
who let me out again
i'm so emotional
i'm too emotional
drowning in the booze again
for notes you never send
i'm so emotional
doctor doctor, i don't know
so you gotta lock me up!
who the hell believes in love?
me! so, hurry, lock me up!
trust me dude, i've seen enough
jesus, he won't see me
so smother me and free me
buddha, she won't see me, baby
so smother me and free me
bowing out with grace and dignity
is for the birds
i'm too emotional
i'm so emotional
crazy glue my lips
before they shout those favorite words
i'm so emotional
doctor doctor, i don't know
Aaaaaahhhh!
hey, that was my heart!
Aaaaaahhhh!
lock it up or let it out
Aaaaaahhhh!
(what was that?)
i told you. that was my heart!
Aaaaaahhhh!
(so?)
dude, lock it up or let it out
[Chorus]
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]
To the hicks in Russia, zdrasvootya, kak dila, pazhalsta
Be careful 'cause I'm hot to ya, while I'm rockin' ya
And your mouth is hanging open saying, "Shto eta?!"
We've got the cowboy sound all across the seas
Bonjour to the French and the Portuguese
Konnichi wa to the Japanese
I'll even break it down for you in Mandarin Chinese
Yi-ar-san, san-ar-yi, nin hao, wo jiao xiansheng CBT, wo cong meiguo lai
Ji dian liu, wo dong jiankang ra huo che nimen fu yijian yuan jian shi
Cong yirjo so lai, wo dong bian, Beijing, Sichuan, Cian Gang, zai jian
Yi liu ping an!
[Chorus (Cowboy Troy)]
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight (sing along tonight!)
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world
[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy]
Guten abent meine damen und herren
Is what you hear in Germany when speakers are blaring
Frankfurt, Berlin, Hamburg, und Koln
Rackin' up minutes callin' home on my cell phone
I can't wait to rock Tokyo, Nihonjin! Domo arigato!
Okinawa, Kyoto, Osaka, sounds like a job for the chief party rocker
I'm a lyrical black belt, so now you know
Some call it Tongue Fu, I call it Tae Kwon Flo!
Laissez les bon ton roulle
As I'm rockin' Paris and the Champs Elysses
[Chorus (Cowboy Troy)]
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight (sing along tonight!)
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world
[Interlude]
[Chorus (Cowboy Troy)]
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight (sing along tonight!)
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world (C'mon c'mon!)
Wrap around the world, all the boys and girls
Raise your hands and sing along tonight (sing along y'all, sing along!)
Red and yellow, black and white
They are precious in His site
Everybody wrap around the world
Hey everybody wrap around the world
Hey everybody wrap around the world
[Cowboy Troy]
In the winter December of '89
I picked up my pen
started makin' my rhymes
I appreciate the listener for takin' the time
cuz I'm pourin' out my soul with every lyric and line
an I remember what it's like to be the focus of a punchline
now the phone rings when the party's at crunch time
I was humble but you took it for weakness
Listen close and take notes
while the professor teaches
Maintain' my footin'
No shiftin' sand
It ain't quicksand
cuz above ground
I still stand
Move from the shadow
on the way to the Big Man
Strive for connection
without complexion
Changin' the game in a new direction
Keepin' you're attention
While I'm mic flexin'
Band on Grand Ole Opry
You can't stop me
CHORUS:
So take you're best shot now
Cuz I'm climbin' so high
You'll run out of ammo
Before you touch the sky
You think you're the first one
To try an bring me down
Buddy you don't realize
how long I've been around
Take you're best shot now
I never lived in the hood
But I used to work there
(Say man ain't you work in that shoe store?)
Yeah, I used to clerk there.
Rollin' through Dallas
Now they go berserk there
See the corner of my mouth (yeah)
It's called a smirk there.(oh)
Twinkle Twinkle Nashville Star
Is that you with the 20's on you're car
Is that you on my t.v. screen
with the Musik Mafia on you're team?
I've been strugglin' and strainin'
through misery and pain
tryin' to get the radio dj's to say my name
People used to laugh when I dressed like an offical
Now I'm eattin' steaks 'stead of chewin' on the gristle
I've had breakfast in Hamburg, dinner in London
Both in the same day and man it leaves you wonderin'
I hit the restaurants, now they play me close
They get their cameras when I butter my toast
CHORUS:
So take you're best shot now
Cuz I'm climbin' so high
You'll run out of ammo
Before you touch the sky
You think you're the first one
To try an bring me down
Buddy you don't realize
how long I've been around
Take you're best shot now
You might see me on the television here or there
But when you come to the show you see them hands in the air
And when I ask "Are you with me?" you hear the reply
The fans say "Aw yeah, til the day that we die."
Or at least until we're sick of what you got to say
Well let me tell you somethin' partner
That ain't happenin' today.
So get you somma that and listen to me
To spell country boy you need C-B-T.
CHORUS:
So take you're best shot now
Cuz I'm climbin' so high
You'll run out of ammo
Before you touch the sky
You think you're the first one
To try an bring me down
Buddy you don't realize
how long I've been around
Take you're best shot now
So take you're best shot now
Cuz I'm climbin' so high
You'll run out of ammo
Before you touch the sky
You think you're the first one
To try an bring me down
Buddy you don't realize
how long I've been around