Firewater Lyrics - Firewater - Redneck Souljers

Intro 

Tonight on special report 

We give you a rare peak into the lives 

Of notorious moonshiners the Redneck Souljers and Outlaw 

Ride Along with detectives as they build the case 

And investigate other Tiller Gang accossiates 

In an attempt to uncover their current whereabouts 

All this and more on tonights edition of special report 

Firewater. 

Red.... 

Verse 1 - C-Hubb 

Kentucky bound 

Gallon of that moonshine 

Fuck 'em to the 5-0 

I'm from a long line 

Of country boys that do this shit in their spare time 

You can read the pedigree and DNA my bloodline 

Jammin' Willie Nelson, 

'bout to get my smoke on 

You don't want descretion 

Me and Hubb are smoked on 

'Bout to hit that thump keg 

Waltz and nearly break my leg 

Break the freakin' walls down 

Open bottles, tap the kegs 

Man, we 'bout go (go) 

Wild in this thang 

Haulin' like the freaking Cherokee and Meros from the grave 

Rain dancin', Pedal Mashin' you can't get this out my system 

Hit you with a case boys, split your ass right down the middle (tell 'em) 

I'll split your ass right down the middle 

Told 'em, We play Texas Hold 'em, Bowl 'em 

In it to, our cousin told 'em "Poe said he ain't kin to you" 

Bobbleton is Winton, got that 'shine and a fish or two 

Honkey man about the broth while trynna get a bitch or two 

Chorus - C-Hubb 

Tennesee Legends 

Cookin 'shine 

In the moon, got the firewater brewin' 

Spring water coolin'(water coolin') 

Liquor Movin' (liquor Movin') 

Crank that fire imma show you how we do it 

Got that corn batch pourin' 

Draggin' out the chorus 

Pedal to the floor 'cause them boys say the be Mortin 

Batch to a bottle make an ugly women gorgeous 

So much 'shine 'bout to make our ass a fortune 

Verse 2 - Fatt Tarr 

Up in this motherfucker drunk as hell 

Come lit 

And I brung a bag of goodies with a skunky smell 

'Sum bitch 

Ya see the Jim Jam Cider? but I'm feelin' fine 

My whip 

All the tiller are tillin' 

You know the women are willin' 

to meet a country boy 

baby, i'm here (get it) 

Cabin in the woods i'm in it 

Tree stand in the backyard, i'm in it 

Southern in my draw thats the way i'm livin' 

Never seen a moonshine still this busy 

Got the man sure cook more, never been a crook tho 

Trynna get my cash stacked up 'till I hit the roof 

Said a country hick will ever rap for shit 

but here i am in a straw hat spittin' the truth, like damn (whooo) 

Headlights, hit the 4-lane 

Burnin' rubber like it's soaked in propane 

Or know the right to eat girl like Rogain?? 

Pass opponents, like the shit's my forte 

Ain't slowin' down for one minute 

I'll paint a picture so vivid 

with the shit i sang in these lyrics 

My boys back at the hideaway 

Got the liquor still a drippin' 

If you sniff the fallin' 

Yo ass a goner 

You gonna come up missin' 

Done told ya son, get off my land 

Better not catch you slippin' 

And you'd probably lose your mind if you see my girl skinny dippin 

Verse 3 - Outlaw 

(Yellow) 

O-U-T L-A-Dub 

Kentucky's where i be, yeah 

Got a jar of firewater 

Drop you to your knees fast 

Packin' Dips and Grabbin' tits 

And kickin' off the trees man 

Camo paint up on my face 

Can't see me in my tree stand 

I'm a big at slingin' nails? 

Fillin' up some whiskey barrels 

Got a 'shine empire 

Run it like a Force Feral 

Y'all know we some country fellas 

All my boys be hollerin' Yellow 

Come and.. Fuck.. 

Damn, the shot is mellow 

Comin' through the woods with my dog Banjo 

Runnin' up to Tennesee to see my boys 

Tar's in the keg, calluse toes 

See Hub with a Crick-Pit, pickn' his nose 

'Bout to make a run, drinkin' homemade wine 

Boys from the mountain with some dang good 'shine 

So we filled up the jars and we dealed in the cars 

Drove off and we left a cloud of dust behind 

Bridge - C-Hubb 

Yeah we took the 'shine and we drove it to the mountain 

Firewater brewin' ,it was flowin' like a fountain 

Lazy it was lookin' 

They was hatin', we was doubtin' 

But they would come around and here the thump keg poundin' 

Chorus - C-Hubb 

Tennesee Legends 

Cookin 'shine 

In the moon, got the firewater brewin' 

Spring water coolin'(water coolin') 

Liquor Movin' (liquor Movin') 

Crank that fire imma show you how we do it 

Got that corn batch pourin' 

Draggin' out the chorus 

Pedal to the floor 'cause them boys say the be Mortin 

Batch to a bottle make an ugly women gorgeous 

So much 'shine 'bout to make our ass a fortune (Fortune.. fortune) 

Fortune, Fortune 

So much 'shine 'bout to make our ass a fortune (Fortune.. fortune)