|Numbers| Posted July 23, 2013 Report Share Posted July 23, 2013 Or a bluegrass tune about poppin' bottles in the strip club? OK I have to ask. Who would you have singing that song ? Toby Keith or someone else ? Any of the above or someone else would be entertaining to hear that song by a country artist. Just please don't say Darius Rucker or Cowboy Troy... :ninja: Not sure which version you are referring to though. ...and I still can't do the Dougie... http://rapgenius.com/Camoflauge-down-by-the-river-lyrics#lyric [Talking] We goin' do this one here, Chatham County style It's a 9-1-2 thang dawg Yean know, now ya know, fa'sho (whoa) [Hook] We come from down by the river on twanky twankies Blowin big ball bats of that danky danky So Funky (ya smell that) Ya so country (you know) [Verse 1] We drankin (Uh Uh) Big Boi bottles of don Pizzae Crissay, got me dizzay, Crypay, in my swishae Sweeter, we the, niggas who get this bitch jumpin' Crunk, just like some whonk in yo trunk when its bumpin I-I-I I need get up wit Red Big lips, bow-leggeds, wit a helluva helluva head On her shoulder, I told her mama I'm comin over So she could ride-n-ride-n-ride me like a Range Rover She hot like Daytona, nothin but some strings on her (Look like she need to cool down) So I put my chain on her See we dem 20 inch riders, wit tha slim tires We we come thru niggas grab they bitches wit some grip pliers I'm from the city where the grass is green So you know I'm gettin high, just like the price of gasoline Man dem boyz from Savannah at the door Well let 'em in, What the fuck you waitin' fo! (Whoa) [Hook x2] We come from down by the river on twanky twankies Blowin big ball bats of that danky danky So Funky (ya smell that) Ya so country (I know) [Verse 2] These niggas talkin all that shit, so they got stank mouth Nigga touched my tape, it burnt his hand, but he say it ain't hot Pinocchio nose, you know I got the sickest flows When they see my neck and wrists glow they start to hide they hoes Like Bitch, come on, and bring yo ass home 'Fo you be back in the projects livin wit you grandma, uh uh You know I puts it down like a shitty baby I'm like flour, grease, and water, ALL GRAVY! I'm comin' hard like, dicks in a strip club Your lyrics need stay-hard and ginseng cuz they won't stand up! Against these flows I spit, these niggas know I'm sick They took a laxative, but still ain't droppin shit Pain we bringin I know you see the way the charm and the chain be hangin Bling-a-lingin and swangin Lil mama say "Oooh boy them diamonds blindin me! Where U from?" Down by the river, (Whoa) tweeta-leeta-lee! [Hook x2] We come from down by the river on twanky twankies Blowin big ball bats of that danky dankies So Funky (ya smell that) Ya so country (I know) [Verse 3] We come from, down by the water, (WHAT?) Savannah, Georgia done finally got on da map (It's bout time they learned how to rap, down there!) Oh yea, y'all niggas sleepin on us! Well wake up, wake up, wake up! Say What? The house on fire Get from under the cover, get yo shit, get the fuck out! YO RENT'S DUE MUTHAFUCKA! We came to get it buck (So won't you) TEAR IT DOWN! If we to drunk to drink we buy it just to pour it out I'm from the dirty south Got work when it's a drought We fuck dem hoes and drop 'em off, they take dem bitches out While you spittin the game, I'm sendin a dame To the mall, wit a empty pocketbook to get a few thangs, maneWe poppin bottles, fuckin models, blowin dough like dro Niggas thinkin that we hit the Georgia Lotto 20 inches on my auto-MOBILE! (Ay, where da fuck y'all boyz from, cuz I know y'all ain't from round hea!) [Hook] We come from down by the river on twanky twankies Blowin big ball bats of that danky dankies So Funky (ya smell that) Ya so country (I know) http://rapgenius.com/Chief-keef-make-it-clap-lyrics#lyric [Hook :Chief Keef] So shawty make it clap back, shawty bring it back round She throwin' on the ketch, boy you can handle that She'll be in the squad, she'll be in some spot, But right now ..just sketch up throw it all. [Verse1 :Ballout] SO shawty make it clap, I'mma throw some stacks, But you gotta make it, jigle you gotta make it clap, Girl I ball out, I got racks on top of racks, Ball out everybody ball out got it back I used to be on the corn up push the packs, Now every time see me, I'm going stacks,In the strip club poppin bottles, throwin stacks Broke ass nigga tell your boys after that Plus really fan to hurt, them sources say .. Is every fan to chanrge 50,000 for a verse Damn, I'm think unlike I'mma try to going worse, Throw hard is all Monday night just.. Watching bad bitches that's work in their work, What? you ain't gotta show all I'm throw the money on burb I'll give a damn if your ass I ain't' wrok, damn I'm ball out... 2x Hook: So shawty make it clap back, shawty bring it back round She throwin' on the ketch, boy you can handle that She'll be in the squad, she'll be in some spot, But right now ..just sketch up throw it all. [Verse2 :Dro] So shawty make it clap like a nigga been the.. And I'm gonna bring it back, like a nigga want it racks, Your bitches on my sacks, she says she like the way I rap Been send her for a watch she knew me when I sued to trap, And them G benz in the.. on fars Lamborghini doughs for nasty hoes, Man in strip club dropping benz on hard, Bitches getting mad on hop I'm f*cking hard But I don't give no f*ck cause I'm a glory boy See us in the club making all the noise, In the parking lot with them foreign.. ..from the burbs call us fall and.. Clap like you know we got the stacks And we gonna do our dime and blow a couple racks, We'll be in the squad I know just who we are, .. balling so the buster superstar.. [2 x Hook:] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AmishBengalFan Posted August 19, 2013 Report Share Posted August 19, 2013 We drankin (Uh Uh) Big Boi bottles of don Pizzae Crissay, got me dizzay, Crypay, in my swishae Sweeter, we the, niggas who get this bitch jumpin' Crunk, just like some whonk in yo trunk when its bumpin I-I-I I need get up wit Red Big lips, bow-leggeds, wit a helluva helluva head On her shoulder, I told her mama I'm comin over So she could ride-n-ride-n-ride me like a Range Rover She hot like Daytona, nothin but some strings on her (Look like she need to cool down) So I put my chain on her See we dem 20 inch riders, wit tha slim tires We we come thru niggas grab they bitches wit some grip pliers I'm from the city where the grass is green So you know I'm gettin high, just like the price of gasoline Man dem boyz from Savannah at the door Well let 'em in, What the fuck you waitin' fo! (Whoa) We were consuming, yes!, large containers of mineral water Chris made my head spin, in the swirling maelstrom We are the young black men who can cause a female dog to obey our commands to leap In the same manner as a young woman who has a larger than average sized rear end I am in need of a woman who uses a great deal of lipstick And who walks as if she just dismounted a horse And who has a beautiful head. I informed her mother that I was soon to arrive So that I could transport her to a different destination in my Four Wheel Drive vehicle She reminded me of a time when I was in Florida, as she was wearing a thin string bikini She was perspiring, but for some reason all I had were snow chains For my over sized tires As I approached her with my show chains I was confronted by another group of young black men So I excused myself while I pushed through them, picking up a pair of Craftsmen locking pliers in the process As I suddenly thought of the inflated price of gasoline back home. The young black men were apparently from Georgia, and realizing that they had unexpectedly been locked out of the place where I was located, I informed the doormen to allow them to enter. Immediately. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AmishBengalFan Posted August 19, 2013 Report Share Posted August 19, 2013 We were consuming, yes!, large containers of mineral water Chris made my head spin, in the swirling maelstrom We are the young black men who can cause a female dog to obey our commands to leap In the same manner as a young woman who has a larger than average sized rear end I am in need of a woman who uses a great deal of lipstick And who walks as if she just dismounted a horse And who has a beautiful head. I informed her mother that I was soon to arrive So that I could transport her to a different destination in my Four Wheel Drive vehicle She reminded me of a time when I was in Florida, as she was wearing a thin string bikini She was perspiring, but for some reason all I had were snow chains For my over sized tires As I approached her with my show chains I was confronted by another group of young black men So I excused myself while I pushed through them, picking up a pair of Craftsmen locking pliers in the process As I suddenly thought of the inflated price of gasoline back home. The young black men were apparently from Georgia, and realizing that they had unexpectedly been locked out of the place where I was located, I informed the doormen to allow them to enter. Immediately. In Jive: We wuz consumin', yes. Right On! , large containers uh mineral booze Chris made mah' 'haid spin, in de swirlin' maelstrom We are da damn yung brother dudes who kin cause some female dog t'obey our commands t'leap In de same manna' as some yung mama who gots'ta some larga' dan average sized rear end I's gots'ta be in need uh a mama who uses some great deal uh lipstick And who walks as if she plum dismounted some ho'se And who gots'ta some beautiful 'haid. ah' info'med ha' moda' dat ah' wuz soon t'arrive So dat ah' could transpo't ha' to some different destinashun in mah' Four Wheel Drive vehicle She reminded me uh a time when ah' wuz in Flo'ida, as she wuz wearin' some din chittlin' bikini She wuz puh'spirin', but fo' some reason all ah' had wuz snow chains Fo' mah' ova' sized tires As ah' approached ha' wid mah' show chains ah' wuz confronted by anoda' grodown uh yung brother men So ah' excused mah'self while ah' pushed drough dem, pickin' down some pair uh Craftsmen lockin' pliers in de process As ah' suddenly dought uh de inflated price uh gasoline back crib. De yung brother dudes were apparently fum Geo'gia, and realizin' dat dey had un'spectedly been locked out uh de place where ah' wuz located, ah' info'med da damn doo'men t'allow dem t'enter. Ah be baaad... Immediately. Slap mah fro! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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