Small Town Lyrics - Humdinger - Nappy Roots

Boy say to me, he say 

"Ay Yuk, what's yo favorite city?" 

And I say "West Virginia, that's my hometown" 

Take me back to West VA 

Take me back to Charleston 

It's them doggone busy city streets 

That I'm ridin' to get far from 

Ridin' to a small town 

Ridin' to a small town 

Take me back to Massachusetts 

Take me back to Cape Cod 

It's them doggone big ol' city buildings 

I'm ridin' to escape from 

Ridin' to a small town 

Ridin' to a small town 

Yo, I ride past beautiful cow fields 

Top down, see how the air feels 

I see trees that was here before me 

Seem like each one's telling a story 

I just wanna go hit the local bar 

Where the owner's fat and smoke cigars 

Where country girls attracted me 

Seems like everybody works in a factory 

Where they ship they goods to bigger places 

A city light just could never replace this 

Where high school sports is what we live for 

Hit the lotto, and next week you still poor 

In a small town 

Take me back to West VA 

Take me back to Charleston 

It's them doggone busy city streets 

That I'm ridin' to get far from 

Ridin' to a small town 

Ridin' to a small town 

Take me back to Massachusetts 

Take me back to Cape Cod 

It's them doggone big ol' city buildings 

I'm ridin' to escape from 

Ridin' to a small town 

Ridin' to a small town 

They say the whole damn world is country 

Small town livin', dad a porch monkey 

Dirt road and gravel, anywhere you travel 

Mechanic is the sheriff is the judge with the gavel 

Everybody cousin 'cause everybody kin 

Piggly Wiggly, one school, everybody friends 

From high school football to family reunions 

Movin' at the speed of life, drunk by noon and 

That's my uncle, I know everybody got one 

Freaky ass white girl, daddy got a shotgun 

Fly through the town, ya blink ya might miss it 

City slicker in the country, wish you come visit 

Come on down, come on down 

Come on down, come on down 

Come on down, come on down 

Come on down, come on down 

Uh, I like that shit 

Lil' Yuk, what you think about that right there? 

Like, man, uh, I like North Carolina 

I like Kentucky, Tennessee, like 

I don't wanna, I wanna see something important 

And take a right and right there at it 

I don't like all that traffic 

Man, I like to get where I'm going 

I like people with things on they mind like 

"Let's have a good time, let's sit on the porch" 

That's what I was telling my homeboy Plump down in Duluth 

You know, in Georgia, we was gonna kick it and do it way big 

He always show us around at the office 

And like why you go to the office? 

I'm like, man, that's some real people 

Comin' from a small town 

And that's where I'm from 

And that's where reality 

That's Nappy Roots 

That's Fish Scales and that's Clutch 

An that's B. Stille and that's Skinny Deville 

That's V, that's, that's history, man 

You know when you from the country 

Everything's cool, you know 

Give us a front porch, give us a thing of Patron 

And give us, you know a few Corona, a Red Stripe 

You know, things like that 

Budweiser if ya money's low 

But we gonna have a good time, man 

We comin from a small town 

Bowling Green, Kentucky, Milledgeville, Georgia 

You know thangs like that 

I like 'Catawpa, Mississippi, you know, Florida 

All them places like that, small town 

Still love for LA and Chicago 

But when I wanna kick I wanna be in a small town 

Take me back to West VA 

Take me back to Charleston 

It's them doggone busy city streets 

That I'm ridin' to get far from 

Ridin' to a small town 

Ridin' to a small town 

Take me back to Massachusetts 

Take me back to Cape Cod 

It's them doggone big ol' city buildings 

I'm ridin' to escape from 

Ridin' to a small town 

Ridin' to a small town