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the lacs - out here lyrics

[intro: uncle snap]
yeah, better know where you at, out here
ha ha ha ha ha

[verse 1: uncle snap]
just a roughneck, country bumpkin
what y’all think? keep it comin’
close knit, we take care of our own
we’ll be here when y’all long gone
pine trees, the black ground
them country folks don’t back down
betta learn how to act ’round
or get your -ss straight slapped down
my daddy taught me how to hold a gun
lead and shoot, and hit em’ the run
plow and plantin’, live off the land
huntin’, fishin’, and how to be a man
we don’t need no grocery store
just go to the field and get some more
we tried to tell them city folks
but they won’t ever really know
got an old knife and an old truck
bunch of old guns and some old stuff
i was taught to live them old ways
been doin’ this since them old days
we don’t need no big mansion
just a mud hole or a river landin’
crank it up, grow with us
we’ll show y’all how the country does

[chorus: rooster]
out here, shotguns and buck knives
disappear, in the woods by sunrise
and out here, it’s all built with your hands
you gotta live it to understand, that’s how we do it
way out here where the law don’t be patrollin’
you can throw back beer, raise h-ll, no one will know it
buddy, way out here it’s slow and easy livin’
got a buzz on chillin’ (chillin’)
that’s how we do it out here (way out here)
that’s how we do it out here (way out here)
that’s how we do it out here (way out here)
that’s how we do it out here (way out here)

[verse 2: rooster]
southern talk, southern raised
i’ll be d-mn, i ever change
hit that jar, p-ss it ’round
kick back, pa gonna tell ’em
’bout them dirt roads that dead end
them rednecks get loose
and my four-wheel drives my best friend
that bentley ain’t gon’ do (naw)
so i creep on, to that creek bank
’bout drunk as h-ll, can’t see straight
that jon boat witta’ 25, pay me no mind, ease by
no street lights flashing on
no service on my cell phone
that shine got a little bit of bite
but it goes down right, call it that home grown
boys how you like that shotgun
ain’t got the aim when i pop one
that buck up in the back of that truck
them boys like d-mn, he got one
i shoot it, skin it, clean it, drop it in my pot to fry
if the rack is big enough, i hang it on my wall to shine
ain’t no lie, can’t do that
granddaddy find out, whip that -ss
redneck laws we grew up on
take them back roads, can’t go wrong
buddy, my bloodline and my last name
ain’t sh-t changed about me
see y’all high cl-ss and i’m white trash
and that’s all i’m ever go be (yeah)

[chorus: rooster]
out here, shotguns and buck knives
disappear, in the woods by sunrise
and out here, it’s all built with your hands
you gotta live it to understand, that’s how we do it
way out here where the law don’t be patrollin’
you can throw back beer, raise h-ll, no one will know it
buddy, way out here it’s slow and easy livin’
got a buzz on chillin’ (chillin)
that’s how we do it out here (way out here)
that’s how we do it out here (way out here)
that’s how we do it out here (way out here)
that’s how we do it out here (way out here)

[bridge: uncle snap]
(out out-out-out here) where we come from
(out here, out here) we like to shoot our guns
(out out-out-out here) we take care of our own
(out here, out here) that’s where we call home
i said out here, where we come from
out here, we like to shoot our guns
i said out here, we take care of our own
out here, that’s where we call home

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