You know my little girl, she's a country girl Yes my little girl, she's a country girl But she means more to me than anything in this world Yeah she
Cali I be running down on them R&B broads Cop chick, let me fuck her in her uniform Now tell me if I'm wrong 'Cause I be chasing coochie I be into girls
wanna be) If I work hard at it (If I work hard at it) I'll be where I wanna be (I'll be where I wanna be) Be, b-boys and girls, listen again This is for grown looking girls
country girls be like Low cut Caesars wit the deep waves (Deep waves) So quick to snatch up your Beyonce (Beyonce) Always comin' down poppin' our way (Our way) Tellin' us that country
- Bun B] If your gangsta, show your trill If your pimping, show your ring If you balling, show your paper If you shining, show your bling King of
of it, my homie shoes runnin' shit And shorty on the side of me is straight up off the King cover Don't care what anybody say long as the king love her
're my American girl, American girl You know I wanna hold you Here's something you can roll to You're my American girl, American girl March ladies (
say I'm not And in case you forgot I'm the king of rock! I'm the devestating mic controller DMC And can't nobody mess around with me I'm the king of
may be platinum But they know I blow 'em all away (I blow 'em all away) (Superstars), But they know I blow 'em all away, Hey Why you do me like that girl
& David Van Dyke-tenor sax Reuben Phillips-baritone sax. Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com My little girl is a country girl My little girl is a country girl
Banging my favourite tune Play it loudly Soldiers around me Getting Rowdy Coco B's and Bounty We mash the Party Then flee the county Country to Country
a pimp then what'cha fuckin' with me fo'? Every lady ain't a hoe and every hoe ain't my bitch It take a real trill nigga to recognize this type of shit Every girl
* Jewely, M.K., Penelope, Kujo, Mic Checker, Boogee Mann, Suga Chi, King Jacob, Iceberg, Foundation, Storm, West Stone, Goobee Thug & Fister (Intro
year march 11th, and god told me i aint putin a foot up in heaven, cold world. How you gonna be a player with no girl? shirly temples in the club,
wit' Young Dose and YC Readell Road, that's my street Ask around on the Eastside I'm the s-h-i-t Bun B Bun B, I'm underground king In the candy-painted
