Jawga Boyz Red Clay

All them boys in Fords and Chevrolets

Ain’t no need for candy paint

All our drinks are moonlight made

Stickin red clay on everything

All them boys in Fords and Chevrolets

Ain’t no need for candy paint

All our drinks are moonlight made

Stickin red clay on everything

Don’t tread on me sign on the front door (front door)

Whatcha think I put it there for? (there for)

Rebel flag flyin out the window (yee yee!)

Moonshine and budlight by the truckload (truckload)

Take a lesson y’all we’re preachin this hick life

Make you top some drag on the turn pipe (turn pipe)

City boys tryin’a keep the paint dry

Stickin the mud up on the side when I ride by

Only ones that I’m buyin is the yeti

Only whip that I’ve been drivin is a Chevy

When I get buckwild I’m ready

Paint’s up no lookin I’m betting

All them boys in Fords and Chevrolets

Ain’t no need for candy paint

All our drinks are moonlight made

Stickin red clay on everything

All them boys in Fords and Chevrolets

Ain’t no need for candy paint

All our drinks are moonlight made

Stickin red clay on everything

They don’t wanna hear me speak

Rebel flag flyins junkie packin the heat

And when I eat I devour anything that I see

They tryna take our flags down but that won’t happen to me (hell naw)

We all just chillin sippin on a budlight

Party on the river bank to the sunlight

Stockin up the yeti bout to have a fun time

About to give ’em hell only tell ’em one time

One time is all I need though

As long as I have [?] bro

Not for long bout to make it to the top bro

They dressin with their own hoes you can see toes

All them boys in Fords and Chevrolets

Ain’t no need for candy paint

All our drinks are moonlight made

Stickin red clay on everything

All them boys in Fords and Chevrolets

Ain’t no need for candy paint

All our drinks are moonlight made

Stickin red clay on everything

Two chains ain’t enough for a redneck

Hell I got three just in the truck bed

We don’t need to get ripped from the boflex

I’ma country boy so I’m ripped ’cause of bowtec

I’m ready gettin dirty in the backyard

Ain’t no worries got that fury in the mason jar

And you can try to get the girls at the city bar

But how many can you fit inside a cool car?

Tick tock I got the cool in the [?]

Ain’t gonna stop ’till I make it to the boondocks

Follow me I got the ticket in my big block

Light ’em up and kick it up at the toolbox

If you drivin today high you can stay home

Get a jacked up ride get a banked home

Gettin lost up in the pines no cellphones

Lakeside come in life from the drop zone

Pretty ladies see me sitting on the tailgates

Speakers in the back bumper cash like an earthquake

Got them boots gonna make you do a double take

You know you gonna be chillin if your livin with them river banks

All them boys in Fords and Chevrolets

Ain’t no need for candy paint

All our drinks are moonlight made

Stickin red clay on everything

All them boys in Fords and Chevrolets

Ain’t no need for candy paint

All our drinks are moonlight made

Stickin red clay on everything

All them boys in Fords and Chevrolets

Ain’t no need for candy paint

All our drinks are moonlight made

Stickin red clay on everything

All them boys in Fords and Chevrolets

Ain’t no need for candy paint

All our drinks are moonlight made

Stickin red clay on everything

Jawga Boyz Down In A Holler

Song on the radio it sounds so good

Got the windows rolled down this is my town

Home sweet home

Smell the barbecue we gettin’ it in

The nights get hotter when the sun sets in

We all around a bonfire hands in the air

Simple livin’ world spinnin’ and we just don’t care

As hard as we work we play harder

All my rowdy friends gettin’ down in a holler

Haha

Y’all want to know how we do it round here

Big ol’ trucks big cooler full of beer

Tailgates down we chillin’ out

Sippin’ on shine with a cotton mouth

Everybody hangin’ out and talkin’

Trucks keep pullin’ in and they parkin’

Looks like it’s gonna be a long night

Already had to break up two fights

That’s cool though there’s no harm done

Now we got folks firin’ off guns

That dude is so drunk he’s gone

Can anyone here give him a ride home

Yeah we get a little bit crazy

And the barbecue is amazin’

Country folks we gettin’ down good

No cops way out here in the woods

Settin’ up beer cans to shoot

Yeah they empty you really think I’d waste a brew, hah

That’s right D-Thrash on the track

With Twang and Round as a matter of fact

Yeah it’s a G-A K-Y connection

Don’t think I could have made a better selection

Jawaga Boyz we keepin’ it fresh

Yo can I hear the hook again yes

Song on the radio it sounds so good

Got the windows rolled down this is my town

Home sweet home

Smell the barbecue we gettin’ it in

The nights get hotter when the sun sets in

We all around a bonfire hands in the air

Simple livin’ world spinnin’ and we just don’t care

As hard as we work we play harder

All my rowdy friends gettin’ down in a holler

Yeah, beer and liquor chicken on the grill

Folks in the country is how I chill

Four by four with the top popped off

Where poppin’ off will get you mopped

We chillin’ for realin’ because we feelin’

We buzzin’ a hustlin’ and makin’ a killin’

Country boy born and raised

Tell it by my southern ways

I can tell the way you act

You ain’t from around here

But now you see how we party

Bet you glad you’re down here

Heat turned up past city limit sign

Woods lit up by the bonfire shine

Raisin’ ruckus raisin’ hell

Gettin’ drunk and chasin’ tail

Deep in the holler where the bonfire roars

Friends gather round and they bobbin’ to the noise

Blastin’ out my truck with the windows rolled down

Worked all week now it’s time to throw down

Sippin’ on some shine on the outskirts of town

Hank on the deck Whiskey Bent And Hell Bound

I ain’t ever had too much fun

It’s like too many people when we need a beer run

Chicken on the grill know that it’s fire

Pig in the ground mud on my tires

Everywhere I look little hunnies gettin’ tipsy

Had enough shine now it’s on to the whiskey

Damn this night couldn’t get more lovely

All my rowdy friends bizzin’ screamin’ that they love me

Country Boy Can Survive just came on

Party all night ’til the cows come home

Song on the radio it sounds so good

Got the windows rolled down this is my town

Home sweet home

Smell the barbecue we gettin’ it in

The nights get hotter when the sun sets in

We all around a bonfire hands in the air

Simple livin’ world spinnin’ and we just don’t care

As hard as we work we play harder

All my rowdy friends gettin’ down in a holler

Jawga Boyz Born And Raised In The Sticks

We just some country boys raised on the dirt roads

I drive a jacked up truck and it rolls coal

Keep a cooler in the back and they ice cold

And when we rap you can say that we have a nice flow

I keep a shotgun I keep a rifle

I keep the pedal to the metal and it might blow

And when we come to your town we throw a night show

Born and raised in the sticks ain’t that right bro

Born and raised in the sticks like my ancestors

I keep a tight grip on the Winchester

You don’t really wanna go and test her

You gon’ mess around get yourself hurt

Got a cooler in the back and I fill it with ice

Sittin’ up tall and I’m lookin’ real nice

So wave at her, say how y’all doin’

Hop in the back lets get this thing movin’

Dez on the back and the back of the saddle

Thrash on the beat make the windows rattle

Peddle to the metal and I think I might blow

Ain’t nobody really wanna touch my flow

But keep the beat goin’ if you will mistro

They tell me that I’m sick and I tell them I know

I roll with my super crew

I’m leavin’ tracks on the roof of your Subaru

I got the dust flyin’ and I got the mud slingin’

I’ma be out here tonight for all I’m thinkin’

Yeah and I keep it rollin’

Hangin’ out the corners and drive it like I stole it

Holdin’ the pump shotgun out the window

With my left hand, speakers blowin’ yes man

You couldn’t meditate to a better state than the peach state

If you was raised here then you can relate

We’re proud of where we come from take it to the bank

I’ma grab a cane pole and take it to the banks

Of the river just chillen’ with the fellas

I’m reelin’ in one just make the boys jealous

I caught my limit in about an hour or so

I head back to the sticks down that old dirt road

Yeah yes sir we’re some country boys

Trucks from all in the south are gonna bump this noise

Come on

We just some country boys raised on the dirt roads

I drive a jacked up truck and it rolls coal

Keep the cooler in the back and they ice cold

And when we rap you can say that we have a nice flow

I keep a shotgun I keep a rifle

I keep the pedal to the metal and it might blow

And then we come to your town we throw a night show

Born and raised in the sticks ain’t that right bro

Jawga Boys

And we love the south and everything it’s all about

Big fields, dirt roads, an accent coming out my mouth

I can’t change the way that I live or where I came from just can’t be done

I’m the kind of guy that might try to find another place to shot his gun

We like trucks we like beer and some of us make stuff that’s clear

When it comes to shootin’ big bucks and deer don’t believe everything you hear

Some of these folks like to tell a lie or two man that’s how they do

Well I’m the kind of guy that’s gonna try and find if you’re tellin’ me the truth

Drivin’ down the dirt roads kickin’ up dust swerving to miss the ruts

With a country girl by my side who likes to ride in a jacked up truck

It’s what I love, it’s how I live, and I’m always gonna keep it for real

If you’ve ever been around me then you know the deal I pop seals on beers

That’s right we live our life way back here in the sticks

And you find out it ain’t right and it ain’t right to come out here and start some shit

‘Cause you’ll end up in a bad situation

No hesitation when I get impatient

But we also look to the sky and pray for a great destination

We just some country boys raised on the dirt roads

I drive a jacked up truck and it rolls coal

Keep the cooler in the back and they ice cold

And when we rap you can say that we have a nice flow

I keep a shotgun I keep a rifle

I keep the pedal to the metal and it might blow

And then we come to your town we throw a night show

Born and raised in the sticks ain’t that right bro

Jawga Boyz Real Good Summertime

That’s good

I’ll get you a beer man

We’re all piled in the truck

There ain’t nowhere we’re supposed to be

Bout to take a couple days off

And leave reality

So if you bend down on up

Well come on and roll with us

‘Cause we are on hunt to find…

A real good summertime

Yeah, uh, I got them beverages chilling, we over here grilling

You would think I went to the bank and withdrew me a million

‘Cause that’s how I’m feeling and living good, that’s why I love the summer

Party with the people every day, didn’t get an invite, that’s such a bummer

Bumper on my truck is being used as a big ole chrome bar stool

Too much of country folks together acting like some darn fools

It don’t matter we bring the country to the beech

The country to the lake, it don’t matter man we gon’ seek…

A real good summertime, gotta pay a little bit of that sublime

Yeah you know we feeling fine clouding on down that coastline

In paradise, I got my cooler, friends and radio

Might get a few of them [?] ’cause that [?]

Ha, it’s all good, ain’t gotta punch no time clock

Normally wanna come back but you never know man I might not

I spot a fishing boat just sitting off the coast

I sorta think I oughta hop on board and state my Lord, y’all

We’re all piled in the truck

There ain’t nowhere we’re supposed to be

Bout to take a couple days off

And leave reality

So if you bend down on up

Well come on and roll with us

‘Cause we are on hunt to find…

A real good summertime

We’re tryna get away, we’re tryna relax

I need a prescription for stress that can counteract

The things that I’m dealing with in a workweek

It’s time to slow it down, I need a Slurpee

And I won’t lie, I’m usually not a summer dude

‘Cause in the south it gets hotter than 102

But I’ve been dealing with the heat my whole life

So drop the hammer down and we feeling alright

Wind blowing up, we got the stereo cranked up

Swole looking dudes, walking round but they ain’t tough

Same stuff, everybody trying to impress

I’m still in work clothes (Damn dude, you look like a wreck)

Thanks man, I really appreciate that

You know I didn’t have time to get a shower

Ey, pass me one of them beers, yeah

We’re all piled in the truck

There ain’t nowhere we’re supposed to be

Bout to take a couple days off

And leave reality

So if you bend down on up

Well come on and roll with us

‘Cause we are on hunt to find…

A real good summertime

We’re all piled in the truck (Everybody come on)

There ain’t nowhere we’re supposed to be (Get those hands in the air)

Bout to take a couple days off (Woo!)

And leave reality

So if you bend down on up

Well come on and roll with us

‘Cause we are on hunt to find…

A real good summertime

Jawga Boyz Muddy Roads

Yeah

That’s right from the south where I come from

Getting things done, out of towner’s want to hit me

Taught to sling some, can you feel it in the air, Smokey yes sir

And the clay been known to ruin a lot of best shirts

But the clay don’t lie I love it out here

From the day to the night dog it goes down here

So let me tell you somethin’ ’bout the place I was raised up

Cattle keepin’ the landscape nice trim and grazed up

A real southern cat stayin’ tough like raw hide

I’m on their broad side knockin’ folks cross eyed

Hogs died in the moment the world I wanna own it

Dogonit they done hurt my flow and now they wanna clone it

I’m on it so look alive the south is on the rise

Sit behind the wheel of a Chevy and I sport wide eyes

The future’s bright now livin’ in the bright south

Feelin’ good when I lay my head down and lights out

We got the loud music blarin’ down these mud roads

And these mud holes taken a toll on good clothes

The question is will it ever stop no one really knows

Skeet runnin’ down and comin’ around for ever I suppose

Woah

Loud music muddy roads

Strollin’ round in muddy clothes

Where it stops nobody knows

Never stoppin’ I suppose

Loud music muddy roads

Strollin’ round in muddy clothes

Where it stops nobody knows

Never stoppin’ I suppose

Well it’s the good ol’ boys and we comin’ from the south

Still ridin’ down muddy roads that’s what I’m ’bout

Takin’ time to write a few lines that rhyme

So you can find out what it’s like inside of mine

‘Cause in time everybody’s gonna wanna take a ride

If you want the tour then come holla at your guy

Then I’ll show you around and show you how I grew up

In the backyard grillin’ all kinds of stuff

And now we’re crusin’ around with the pedal to the floor

Arm hangin’ out the window with mud on the door

And it’s just another day here in the ATH

Got my mesh hat on and my ten dollar shades

You know we’re country boys and that we’re never gonna change

That I told you once and it still remains the same

We’re the Jawga Boyz and you better learn the name

We got Georgia blood runnin’ in our veins

You know we’re country boys and that we’re never gonna change

That I told you once and it still remains the same

We’re the Jawga Boyz and you better learn the name

We got Georgia blood runnin’ in our veins

Loud music muddy roads

Strollin’ round in muddy clothes

Where it stops nobody knows

Never stoppin’ I suppose

Loud music muddy roads

Strollin’ round in muddy clothes

Where it stops nobody knows

Never stoppin’ I suppose

Loud music muddy roads

Strollin’ round in muddy clothes

Where it stops nobody knows

Never stoppin’ I suppose

Loud music muddy roads

Strollin’ round in muddy clothes

Where it stops nobody knows

Never stoppin’ I suppose

Jawga Boyz Chillin In The Backwoods

You know we’ve been

On the road now for a while

You know, it’s been a while

Since we’ve been home

But we finally came back home

And now we’re chillin’ in the back woods

Chillin’ in the back woods [x3]

D Thrash here on the mic

Gonna tell ya little somethin’

Bout a place I like

Yeah, we grew up in the backwoods

But we been on the road doin’ shows

So, it’s been a little hard missin’ home

Been gone so long that I feel alone

I can’t help how I feel, when I miss the place

I used to get a buzz off just a case

But, everything has changed

The Jawga Boyz have made a name

But I can’t complain cause I love the fans

I love signin’ shirts and love shakin’ hands

And you hear how a song that I wrote

Helped them in life when nothin’ was goin’ right

Now it’s time for me to go home

Light the bonfire and play this song

And we’re chillin’ in the back woods

Chillin’ in the back woods [x3]

Everythings been so hectic since we been gone

But now we’re back baby, home sweet home

Back in the land of the brotherhood

With my rednecks and homies and it’s all good

Down by the creek, where the water flows cold

Same ol stuff and it never gets old

Chillin’ by the fire while stories get told

And if we get bored then we hit a dirt road

I know where to go just to find my soul

And ya dig real deep in a big mud hole

Maybe take my son out with a fishin’ pole

When ya in the backwoods that’s how ya roll

So Imma take it slow and be a simple man

Cause at the end of the day, that’s all I am

Spendin’ time with my fam on all my land

And I’ll pop this top and I’ll play this jam

And we’re chillin’ in the back woods

Chillin’ in the back woods [x3]

Man, I love it here in the sticks

And the sound of a southern rock guitar lick

Raised on country, southern rock

But I always loved a little hip hop

And we throw it down for miles around

Everybody knows when to come

When the bonfire’s blazin’ high, you can’t deny

We’re bout to have some fun

Got the trucks backed up

With the tailgates down

No cops around

We sippin’ shine here, I don’t mind

Take a swig of this

And lets shoot some signs

Yeah, no place that I’d rather be

Ain’t nobody else that I’d rather see

So now it’s time for us to unwind

Play that song for me one mo’ time

And we’re chillin’ in the back woods

Chillin’ in the back woods [x3]

Jawga Boyz Rollin’ Like A Redneck

Wow, Christy, do you see that truck?

I mean gross, that is so taky

That must be one of those rednecks I’ve heard about!

Hop in the truck

Come on lets roll

Just bought a case of beer

Now we headin for a mud hole

Country boys and we do it right

Got the bill of my hat pointing strait to the sky

Carhartt and wranglers on

Bass pro hat, camouflage on my phone

Got the browning decal on the back

Right next to a G

What you know about that!

I’m country and that’s how we live

If ya got moonshine then I’m takin a sip

Some folks call me a redneck

I smile and take it as a compliment

I live life the only way I know how

Walk with a swagger and I rep the south

And if you see me as I’m riding through the crowd

I’m hanging out the window screamin it loud!

Yeah buddy

Rollin like a redneck

Trucks jacked up I got smoke stacks

Nuts hanging off the hitch

And a system in the back that’ll make your nose itch

Yeah I’m living that right (that right, that right )

And I’m ridin that tight (that tight, that tight)

Son I’m riding so tight that my tires sound like a damn bull dog fight

Yea my tires sound like a damn bull dog fight!

Wakin people up as I ride through at night

And don’t forget about the skyjacker lift kit

How you think I made them 44’s fit

Don’t ya know we ain’t playin around

Six twelves in the back helpin out with the sound

And I got a train horn if you too slow

Speed up or I’m lettin it blow

If your ridin too close from behind

I got spotlights that’ll turn ya blind

So back off you don’t want none

Hanging on the back glass ain’t a BB gun fool

Who’d you think you were messin with (messin with)

These country boys they ain’t no myth

And if you see me as I’m riding through the crowd

I’m hangin out the window screamin it loud!

Yeah buddy

Rollin like a redneck

Trucks jacked up I got smoke stacks

Nuts hanging off the hitch

And a system in the back that’ll make your nose itch

Yeah I’m living that right (that right, that right )

And I’m ridin that tight (that tight, that tight)

Son I’m riding so tight that my tires sound like a damn bull dog fight

Ok, we bout to wrap it up

You know that we country

And that we tough

You know that we hunt

Ya know that we fish

You know when we see a buck we don’t miss

Ya know that we love to play in the mud

And when we get trucks we jack em up

And when we get stuck we don’t get mad

We drop the tailgate and have a party in the back

That’s right

We live so tight, open the cooler and grab your budlight

I’m talkin to err damn body

Meet me at the mudhole 6 o’clock Friday

If you down to have you a good time

You better show up fool I ain’t lyin

And if you see me as I’m ridin through the crowd

I’m hangin out the window screamin it loud!

Yeah buddy

Rollin like a redneck

Trucks jacked up I got smoke stacks

Nuts hanging off the hitch

And a system in the back that’ll make your nose itch

Yeah I’m living that right (that right, that right )

And I’m ridin that tight (that tight, that tight)

Son I’m riding so tight that my tires sound like a damn bull dog fight

Yeah buddy

Rollin like a redneck

Trucks jacked up I got smoke stacks

Nuts hanging off the hitch

And a system in the back that’ll make your nose itch

Yeah I’m living that right (that right, that right )

And I’m ridin that tight (that tight, that tight)

Son I’m riding so tight that my tires sound like a damn bull dog fight

Umm, excuse me

Can I ride in your truck?

Jawga Boyz All The Girls Wanna Ride

Ha Jawga Boyz

Yeah D. Thrash

Yeah all the girls wanna ride with me

Yeah all the girls wanna ride with me

Yeah they say they like my truck (my truck my truck my truck)

All the girls wanna ride and tear stuff up

Hop into my jacked up truck, get stuck wanna ride

Let your hair down, sad you want a redneck, don’t be scared now

All the girls wanna ride and tear stuff up

Hop into my jacked up truck, get stuck wanna ride

Let your hair down, sad you want a redneck, don’t be scared now

My 49s diggin’, lip full of dip

Winch on the front ’cause my truck’s well-equipped

I’m in the parkin’ lot, I’m pimpin’ with my Wranglers on

Leanin’ on the truck, I’ll make them girls wanna moan

My jeans tight and I know I’m lookin’ right

Got so many girls lookin’, they about to start a fight

‘Cause I’m trine have some fun when I hop in the truck

You wanna roll? Sit down, hold on, and shut up

12 gauge on the back glass ready to go

I never know when I’m gonna see a buck or a doe

And if I see a cop, girl I ain’t worried

A po-po in the mud hole’ll get buried

See the is what they make these bug tires for

One more, I’mma put the pedal down to the floor

And take you to a place you ain’t never been out in the country

I bet I’ll have you sayin’ ya love me

All the girls wanna ride and tear stuff up

Hop into my jacked up truck, get stuck wanna ride

Let your hair down, sad you want a redneck, don’t be scared now

All the girls wanna ride and tear stuff up

Hop into my jacked up truck, get stuck wanna ride

Let your hair down, sad you want a redneck, don’t be scared now

And you know I’m from the hunch bunch, moonshine in my cup

In the truck, gettin’ stuck in the mud, widows rolled up

All four wheels kickin’ this ain’t the game

You havin’ fun, ain’t ya girl? Bet you glad that you came

Black powder for the wheels, Mickey Thompson on the tires

They said 49s wouldn’t fit, but they liars

We can take a trip to the store and back

You say you want a six pack, we need more than that

What you waitin’ on girl? This the chance of your life

There ain’t nothin’ the them city boys got that you like

You don’t know what you missin’ just stop talkin’ and listen

I can drive over cars while they right there sittin’

Think about it for a minute ’til I leave in my truck

Then you see your best friend askin’, “How do I get up?”

If you country and you love it, then you can relate

But those city boys sure gon’ hate

All the girls wanna ride and tear stuff up

Hop into my jacked up truck, get stuck wanna ride

Let your hair down, sad you want a redneck, don’t be scared now

All the girls wanna ride and tear stuff up

Hop into my jacked up truck, get stuck wanna ride

Let your hair down, sad you want a redneck, don’t be scared now

Haha yeah

Y’all know

Y’all know

Y’all know, aye

Yeah all the girls wanna ride with me

Yeah all the girls wanna ride with me

They say they like my truck (my truck my truck my truck)

And that’s what’s up

Oh Jawga Boyz

Done it again, man

Man, these rednecks been showin’ them boys up

Aye, I got this big ole truck and four wheelers

You got some dip, man?

Jawga Boyz Mudjug

Dip in my lip, dip in my lip, dip in my lip

And I think I need to spit, I need a Mudjug

I need a Mudjug man I gotta spit

Dip in my lip, dip in my lip, dip in my lip

And I think I need to spit, I need a Mudjug

I need a Mudjug (yeah yeah)

Dip in my lip, dip in my lip, dip in my lip

And I think I need to spit, I need a Mudjug

I need a Mudjug (yeah yeah)

One thing that I can’t stand when I’m dippin’

When I’m spittin’ in a bottle I forget I start to sip it

And I start to get sick (sick) spit out my dip (dip)

Throw away the bottle and say that I’m gonna quit

Then time goes by and I buy another can

Sounds like a good plan man I hope y’all understand

‘Cause I need to mellow out (out) get a little buzz (buzz)

Had a rough day like I don’t have enough

But this time it’s gonna be a little bit different

‘Cause I got a cup I can see it before I sip it

So I’m dippin’ and spittin’ and doin’ everything I like

Drivin’ home and thinkin’ ’bout what I’m gonna do tonight

Get another pinch stick it in my lip

And I go around a curve and my dip cup tips

Spills on my lap (lap), all on my seats (seats)

I think a Mudjug is what I need

Yup

Dip in my lip, dip in my lip, dip in my lip

And I think I need to spit, I need a Mudjug

I need a Mudjug (yeah yeah)

Dip in my lip, dip in my lip, dip in my lip

And I think I need to spit, I need a Mudjug

I need a Mudjug (yeah yeah)

Now I got a Mudjug everything’s straight

No more bottles no more cups no more makin’ mistakes

I’m on a roll as I’m ridin’ down the road

Hangin’ out the window with a lip full of Skoal

Everybody knows it’s me when I’m comin’

The mud grips roar I’m a redneck stuntin’

Got the six twelves bumpin’ as I load my lip

Springfield 45 with a hot full clip

Here I come makin’ sure nobody needs help

Mudjugs by the dozens like I’m one of Santa’s Elves

I think I need a ref, ’cause there’s so many fouls

People sittin’ on the floor even in their own house

There’s gotta be a better way to get the word out

Still got curiosity about what they’re all about

Throw away the bottle, and throw away the cup

Yeah if your lips full of dip then you need a Mudjug

Yup

Dip in my lip, dip in my lip, dip in my lip

And I think I need to spit, I need a Mudjug

I need a Mudjug (yeah yeah)

Dip in my lip, dip in my lip, dip in my lip

And I think I need to spit, I need a Mudjug

I need a Mudjug (yeah yeah)

Dip in my lip, dip in my lip, dip in my lip

And I think I need to spit, I need a Mudjug

I need a Mudjug (yeah yeah)

Dip in my lip, dip in my lip, dip in my lip

And I think I need to spit, I need a Mudjug

I need a Mudjug (yeah yeah)

Jawga Boyz Can’t See My Paint Job

Yea buddy, rollin like a redneck chevy jacked up with the strait pipe smoke stacks

Fresh paint job, fresh inside. Is it in 2 wheel or 4wd?

Are the tires big? Do it ride ruff?

Lean back in the seat like you real tough!

Clean on the inside, mud on the inside

I can’t see my paint job!

Whooo, mud on the outside clean on the inside I can’t see my pain job.

Got a handle on the dash you can hang on with so you don’t hit your face hard.

Yea I’m livin like that, and I’m ridin like that.

Boy I’m ridin like that truck stays jacked up even if I get fat.

Just like my boy said, we ready

Don’t matter if your in a ford or a chevy.

2500 or an F-250, sippin on a cold brew of grandmamma’s sweet tea.

Crank my truck, CB humming

Tires so loud you can hear me comming.

Redneck click, we get hunnies.

Slingin up mud and we scaring off bunnies.

I’m LIVE, like a superbowl kickoff

My truck got alot of folks pissed off.

Wheel’s shine like lip gloss, powerstroke got a wide body like Rick Ross.

Took time till me truck got right

If I want it imma buy it I don’t ask no price.

Got nutz hangin, off my hitch.

Old folks pointin, sayin I’m SICK!

Got strait pipes stickin up thru the bed.

Snorkle thru the hood lookin like a snakehead.

That right thur see, see I like

Got the super swamper tires for a dirt cheep price!

Press one button truck automatic start.

Hit the gas too hard and the tires might bark like..

woof woof woof, too hard look what you done now, messed up the school yard!

I’m ridin down the road with my tires still wet.

Slingin up mud got the cops upset.

Truck sits high so I’m ridin upset.

Five beers in the cooler got one on DECK!