Way Down - The Lacs

People said it couldn’t be done

They said we was crazy

The Lacs

Dirt Rock

We gonna take them back down

One more time

(All the way down south)

Down at the bottom of the map where them country folks always stay

(All the way down south)

Got me goin' way down, way down, way down

(All the way down south)

Down at the bottom of the map where them country folks always stay

(All the way down south)

Got me goin' way down, way down, way down

I’m ridin' around in my Pinto

I push it like a PEZ though

I’m ridin' out and I’m raising hell

And I’m showin' out for my kinfolk

Ballin' on a budget

Country life I love it

Poor white trash from way in the back

Don’t knock it 'til you does it

Raised on crawfish and chitlins too

Don’t tell me what you finnin' to do

Won’t take a lot to get rid of you

You don’t know what you’re gettin' into

My boys here and they down

Way out from the edge of town

With hog knifes gettin' hog tied

And I bet you won’t be found

My three legged dog gonna check that scent

Fold you up like where you’ve been

Chain gang shit like way back when

Make you come back and pay that rent

I practice what I preach about

All that shit you read about

I live and do and I’m livin' proof

And that’s just what I be about

(All the way down south)

Down at the bottom of the map where them country folks always stay

(All the way down south)

Got me goin' way down, way down, way down

(All the way down south)

Down at the bottom of the map where them country folks always stay

(All the way down south)

Got me goin' way down, way down, way down

Now ride to the creek, whole in a cup

Tackle worm tree, try my luck

Set my hook deep and reset

Zebco reel, keep it redneck

Just a little jib when I shot that shotgun

Ran to the house like «Mamma I got one»

Nottin' but a buttin' buck in a rut

Rack don’t grow doe don’t

What the hell you doin' drinkin' all the money

When the money is comin' the fans go from me

Well you know better that’s how you was raised

Seem like we young but taught the old ways

Pickin' the bone you gotta say it to their face

Boy come from behind that Facebook page

Control alt delete wait

Is it just me or do all these boys seem fake

Hell take a little time when you write down rhymes

Hell have a little pride not just freestyle

When the fans get tired and hit rewind

See why, ain’t no sales, boys done decline

Keep in mind you gotta stick to your roots

Any wayL Rooster that just won’t do

Too damn cold in the north, weary out west

Peachy in the east, but I do believe that

(All the way down south)

Down at the bottom of the map where them country folks always stay

(All the way down south)

Got me goin' way down, way down, way down

(All the way down south)

Down at the bottom of the map where them country folks always stay

(All the way down south)

Got me goin' way down, way down, way down

(All the way down south)