Doobie I`m Country Lyrics

I`m Country Lyrics

Intro/Chorus:







Pace yourself		(Pace yourself)



Don't let yo' self		(Don't let yo' self)



get caught up		(get caught up)



I'm brought up		(I'm brought up)



in the country		(in the country)



Don't touch me		(Don't touch me)



I'm clutchy		(I'm clutchy)



I'm fussy		(I'm fussy)



Live money		(Live money)



Love money		(Love money)



Cos I told you		(I told you)



I'm country		(I'm country nigga)



Pace yourself		(Pace yourself)



Don't let yo' self		(Don't let yo' self)



get caught up		(get caught up)



I'm brought up		(I'm brought up)



in the country







In the d-d-day I put my dilli on Dayna's and Pirelli's



Gettin high so I Think I Can Fly like R.Kelly



And be all of my niggas Gz and none of my nigga's 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



I've been plus Five Percent bein rolled up



Talkin outerstate drug deals on my blow up, mo' hash nigga



Hold up your fuckin wism, rollers in lockin



and have that ass capped, sent it from my mo', I told ya



You need a fix, nigga what's the word on it?



Rollin in a pancake zigga with tha zerb on it



Dayna's and Vogues is how I roll when I'm smokin



And tinted windows, and let em up if you get nosey



???? and colds supposedly, I do away with them J's



In a GS300, gettin blunted, on a tollway, hey







Chorus







I'm like the Pips, I'm just Gladys Knight



19 is Dayna's with the two-inch whites, I'm served tight



Lookin like a nigga should be in Vogue, cos I'm 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?



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, for certain



It's all ta see, me, cos we's Gz



20-inches with the TV, fo' scheezy



Believe me, ya gettin murdered and touched, then we burst



I'm like Jordan up in the clutch, bitch I don't miss when it counts



We bring the narrows in mass amounts, is y'all wit me?



If you need to re-up or sto', then y'all 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, I'm tailor made



>From bald to blade to Frankie Beverly and maize



I'm paid, I stay with real killers, and gold getters



Been raised on cornbread and collard green niggas



And Fubu and Hilfiger's, Bailey's and Vigour's



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



I'm drunk and barely sober, prayin to Jehovah



in hope that this hopelessness don't push me over



I'm 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 Row's finest nigga!



The South's finest nigga!



I'm gone! I've been handed the motherfuckin torch!



You bitch made niggas don't want none, you heard me?!?



Young Doob, and my comrades, whoopin ass!!!



Uh, uh, cos I'm COUNTRY!!!