Letra de Son Of The Dirty South

Tatted up, I'm gassed up I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south This that southern playalistic Willie smokin' whiskey sippin' Southern like my momma's kitchen Gravy biscuit, fried chicken Backroads I'm still trippin' Wood wheel I'm still grippin' Stand strong no ass kissin' Ol' school ass whippin' Come from the bottom nothin' is a problem Say get 'em I got 'em, I promise My roots are blue collar Them boys from the holler Do anything that they can just for a dollar Pitbulls in the yard, broken down cars I'm like: Fuck it, I'm high I pull up trailer park pimpin' With a double-wide dime 'Cause I'm a son of the dirty south Got to trippin' mama washin' out my dirty mouth And pickin' switches I'm a hell raisin' rebel that you better never tread on Gun-totin', drinkin', smokin' hoss that you can bet on Tatted up, I'm gassed up I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south (Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south) I'm from a place where they mix rock, country and hip hop Somewhere between Hank, Three 6 and Kid Rock Johnny Cash, all black, this that old school flavor Sippin' somethin' rippin' more lines than notebook paper Outlaw spirit, my middle finger stuck up again Bad boy, we all know good women love troubled men Got that music cranked loud we won't turn shit down Peaceful people but believe it we gon' burn shit down 'Cause I'm a son of the dirty south Got to trippin' mama washin' out my dirty mouth And pickin' switches I'm a hell raisin' rebel that you better never tread on Gun-totin', drinkin', smokin' hoss that you can bet on Tatted up, I'm gassed up I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south You know some folks won't change We stand for the flag and kneel to pray It's the land of the free because of the brave From the cradle to the grave We're made in the USA Yeah, I'm a son of the dirty south Got to trippin' mama washin' out my dirty mouth And pickin' switches I'm a hell raisin' rebel that you better never tread on Gun-totin', drinkin', smokin' hoss that you can bet on Tatted up, I'm gassed up I'm throwed off and I'm buck wild Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south Loud and rowdy, I'm a son of the dirty south