Hey! (A Lil Gratitude)

Yeah I'm a country boy, but I'm a player too|All up in your city flexin' down the avenue|But I ain't mad at you dog, that's what I had to do|That least that you could do is gimme a lil' gratitude|Hey, everybody wanna say hey, Timmy|Get into it or be on your way, hey|And I really hate it came to this|How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages||I came to do two things, kick some ass|And drink some coke, yeah, and I'm almost out of beer|Looky here, we damned if every other year|He ain't stumble back in, Bubba, baby that's him|I love me some me, and I don't mind you|Shoot ya move dog, we lovin' whatcha tryin'a do|Just do it over there, I feel some ? away|I guess what I'm tryin'a say is I ain't got no time to play|I might just die today, I might just live forever|I done endured being poor but being rich is better|From that dirt road in the grange I did came|A long way, we can do this all day||Yeah I'm a country boy, but I'm a player too|All up in your city flexin' down the avenue|But I ain't mad at you dog, that's what I had to do|That least that you could do is gimme a lil' gratitude|Hey, everybody wanna say hey|Get into it or be on your way, hey|And I really hate it came to this|How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages||Hey, everybody wanna say hey|Get into it or be on your way, hey|And I really hate it came to this|How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages||Ain't no excuses, just gotta be more the shit|Than I already was and that's unfortunate|For all these babblers, still booty chatterers|This what a rapper was supposed to be and that's what's up|Country this, yeah yeah, country that|I'm a country cat, it's just a fact, can't run from that|Keep high, a bunch out back, now watch the money stack|Hide in the hay, in the barn out on the farm|I can charm, the fangs off a cotton mouth|Right there by my house way out in the south|Know what I'm talkin' bout, it would appear no|Girl who's that zero, I am the hero, y'all||Yeah I'm a country boy, but I'm a player too|All up in your city flexin' down the avenue|But I ain't mad at you dog, that's what I had to do|That least that you could do is gimme a lil' gratitude|Hey, everybody wanna say hey|Get into it or be on your way, hey|And I really hate it came to this|How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages||Hey, everybody wanna say hey|Get into it or be on your way, hey|And I really hate it came to this|How else can I say it, I don't speak no other languages||Yeah yeah it's Bubba K, I plans to give 'em hell|Yesiree I did my thang and I did it well|I walk the walk baby, and all that daddy tells|I ain't even noticed my skin, damn, is it pale|Oh well, I guess that how it go|Now I know, move right along down the row|Another good morning, another breath of air|Dude I don't ask for much, still I got blessings everywhere|And I ain't scared to share, you can have my last|But you ever diss on me and mine that's yo ass|You hear that thang beatin', Timmy still speakin'|That's how real I keep it, everything else our little secret, whoa||Yeah I'm a country boy, but I'm a player too|All up in your city flexin' down the avenue|But I ain't mad at you dog, that's what I had to do|That least that you could do is gimme a lil' gratitude|