Ridin High (Remastered) [feat. Young Gunner & Bottleneck]
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๐ Lyrics
Jawga Boyz we riding high
We back in the jacked up trucks
Ridin' on 44s mud on the doors
And our plan is to get stuck
On the phone call up the boyz
Let them all know to bring them toys
Got a wench on the front if you need tow
And straight pipes that make some noise
Yeah
We comin' from a mile a way you can hear them roar
Got knobby tires we ridin' higher than we ever did before
If you want a ride then I got to say hop in at your own discrection
Cuz some of have told me that these seats are in the nose bleed section
Got a 12 guage on the black glass and it's ready to go
When I am on the road I never know when I'll see a buck or a doe
Dip in my lip, and a cup of spit in the middle console
Still gettin' hunnies scarin' bunnies you already know
Ha ha
Soulja's truck, gonna keep on rollin' down the road
And it ain't no joke, cuz jawga boyz are as good gold
So take some notes when you hear us flow and see the mud hangin on the door
My truck ain't slow and it ain't for show, cuz!
We jack em up
Then we ridin' high
Deep down in the woods
High like the trees
A bunch of rednecks
We don't have no damn degrees
And I'm reppin' for the sticks
I'm reppin' for us hicks
I'm talkin' about us folks who have never seen rich
My chevy truck is jacked up
A mud hole make me act up
Snatch it tight slack up
I'm slingin' mud
Ya'll back up
It's true it ain't no lie
My chevy's high on 45s
Cruzin dui, you know I'm sippin' apple pie
Got that wheelie, rompin loud
Black and camo on my ride
Yeah that georgia flag flys cuz I'm known to show my pride
Yeah we creep and we crawl
Country click yelling yee haw
I've had some slips and falls, due to too much alcohol
Yeah my truck sits tall, sayin I'm scarin at the focus
Grippin mud and climbin rocks still can't find a way to roll it
Now I'm with these jawga boyz and we ridin' tonka toys
With them big trucks big tires, we jack em up and.
We jack em up
Then we ridin' high
44s, big trucks, camo paint, big bucks
Nuts on my truck hitch, I'm draggin them in the mud rutts
Just some ol country boys, high like the pine trees
And you can bet this be the last of a dying breed
Southern blood, runs through my veins we some rebel boys
Cross the river you ain't heard bottleneck and them jawga boyz
Comin' through on the tonka toys riding high and jacked up
Slangin mud like the hubs we got that mack cuz
Raw dog in the Georgia Clay jacked up is how we play
This is how we do it buck we keep em southern raised
Stuck in our southern ways, stayin in the desperate days
We riding high and jack em up they ain't no other way
Better grip that steerin' wheel gonna make that chevy squeel
True gritty country boys hick life you know it real
We on that southern grind, we jacked up all the time
We ridin in the sky,
We jack em up
Then we ridin' high
Yeah we riding high!
We back in the jacked up trucks
Ridin' on 44s mud on the doors
And our plan is to get stuck
On the phone call up the boyz
Let them all know to bring them toys
Got a wench on the front if you need tow
And straight pipes that make some noise
Yeah
We comin' from a mile a way you can hear them roar
Got knobby tires we ridin' higher than we ever did before
If you want a ride then I got to say hop in at your own discrection
Cuz some of have told me that these seats are in the nose bleed section
Got a 12 guage on the black glass and it's ready to go
When I am on the road I never know when I'll see a buck or a doe
Dip in my lip, and a cup of spit in the middle console
Still gettin' hunnies scarin' bunnies you already know
Ha ha
Soulja's truck, gonna keep on rollin' down the road
And it ain't no joke, cuz jawga boyz are as good gold
So take some notes when you hear us flow and see the mud hangin on the door
My truck ain't slow and it ain't for show, cuz!
We jack em up
Then we ridin' high
Deep down in the woods
High like the trees
A bunch of rednecks
We don't have no damn degrees
And I'm reppin' for the sticks
I'm reppin' for us hicks
I'm talkin' about us folks who have never seen rich
My chevy truck is jacked up
A mud hole make me act up
Snatch it tight slack up
I'm slingin' mud
Ya'll back up
It's true it ain't no lie
My chevy's high on 45s
Cruzin dui, you know I'm sippin' apple pie
Got that wheelie, rompin loud
Black and camo on my ride
Yeah that georgia flag flys cuz I'm known to show my pride
Yeah we creep and we crawl
Country click yelling yee haw
I've had some slips and falls, due to too much alcohol
Yeah my truck sits tall, sayin I'm scarin at the focus
Grippin mud and climbin rocks still can't find a way to roll it
Now I'm with these jawga boyz and we ridin' tonka toys
With them big trucks big tires, we jack em up and.
We jack em up
Then we ridin' high
44s, big trucks, camo paint, big bucks
Nuts on my truck hitch, I'm draggin them in the mud rutts
Just some ol country boys, high like the pine trees
And you can bet this be the last of a dying breed
Southern blood, runs through my veins we some rebel boys
Cross the river you ain't heard bottleneck and them jawga boyz
Comin' through on the tonka toys riding high and jacked up
Slangin mud like the hubs we got that mack cuz
Raw dog in the Georgia Clay jacked up is how we play
This is how we do it buck we keep em southern raised
Stuck in our southern ways, stayin in the desperate days
We riding high and jack em up they ain't no other way
Better grip that steerin' wheel gonna make that chevy squeel
True gritty country boys hick life you know it real
We on that southern grind, we jacked up all the time
We ridin in the sky,
We jack em up
Then we ridin' high
Yeah we riding high!
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:54.35] Jawga Boyz we riding high
[01:10.69] We back in the jacked up trucks
[01:11.52] Ridin' on 44s mud on the doors
[01:13.38] And our plan is to get stuck
[01:15.13] On the phone call up the boyz
[01:16.99] Let them all know to bring them toys
[01:18.85] Got a wench on the front if you need tow
[01:20.63] And straight pipes that make some noise
[01:22.47] Yeah
[01:23.37] We comin' from a mile a way you can hear them roar
[01:26.05] Got knobby tires we ridin' higher than we ever did before
[01:28.76] If you want a ride then I got to say hop in at your own discrection
[01:32.46] Cuz some of have told me that these seats are in the nose bleed section
[01:35.65] Got a 12 guage on the black glass and it's ready to go
[01:39.36] When I am on the road I never know when I'll see a buck or a doe
[01:42.92] Dip in my lip, and a cup of spit in the middle console
[01:46.59] Still gettin' hunnies scarin' bunnies you already know
[01:49.23] Ha ha
[01:51.05] Soulja's truck, gonna keep on rollin' down the road
[01:53.74] And it ain't no joke, cuz jawga boyz are as good gold
[01:56.58] So take some notes when you hear us flow and see the mud hangin on the door
[02:00.13] My truck ain't slow and it ain't for show, cuz!
[02:01.92] We jack em up
[02:04.64] Then we ridin' high
[02:06.40] Deep down in the woods
[02:32.78] High like the trees
[02:35.47] A bunch of rednecks
[02:36.42] We don't have no damn degrees
[02:38.23] And I'm reppin' for the sticks
[02:40.02] I'm reppin' for us hicks
[02:40.91] I'm talkin' about us folks who have never seen rich
[02:44.69] My chevy truck is jacked up
[02:46.41] A mud hole make me act up
[02:49.13] Snatch it tight slack up
[02:50.07] I'm slingin' mud
[02:50.95] Ya'll back up
[02:51.82] It's true it ain't no lie
[02:52.72] My chevy's high on 45s
[02:54.68] Cruzin dui, you know I'm sippin' apple pie
[02:58.29] Got that wheelie, rompin loud
[03:00.00] Black and camo on my ride
[03:01.83] Yeah that georgia flag flys cuz I'm known to show my pride
[03:05.46] Yeah we creep and we crawl
[03:07.26] Country click yelling yee haw
[03:09.09] I've had some slips and falls, due to too much alcohol
[03:11.82] Yeah my truck sits tall, sayin I'm scarin at the focus
[03:15.08] Grippin mud and climbin rocks still can't find a way to roll it
[03:18.68] Now I'm with these jawga boyz and we ridin' tonka toys
[03:22.26] With them big trucks big tires, we jack em up and.
[03:25.93] We jack em up
[03:28.63] Then we ridin' high
[03:53.14] 44s, big trucks, camo paint, big bucks
[03:57.37] Nuts on my truck hitch, I'm draggin them in the mud rutts
[04:00.05] Just some ol country boys, high like the pine trees
[04:03.69] And you can bet this be the last of a dying breed
[04:07.28] Southern blood, runs through my veins we some rebel boys
[04:10.93] Cross the river you ain't heard bottleneck and them jawga boyz
[04:14.56] Comin' through on the tonka toys riding high and jacked up
[04:18.10] Slangin mud like the hubs we got that mack cuz
[04:20.87] Raw dog in the Georgia Clay jacked up is how we play
[04:25.39] This is how we do it buck we keep em southern raised
[04:28.11] Stuck in our southern ways, stayin in the desperate days
[04:31.77] We riding high and jack em up they ain't no other way
[04:34.41] Better grip that steerin' wheel gonna make that chevy squeel
[04:38.15] True gritty country boys hick life you know it real
[04:41.74] We on that southern grind, we jacked up all the time
[04:46.26] We ridin in the sky,
[04:47.27] We jack em up
[04:49.08] Then we ridin' high
[05:15.45] Yeah we riding high!
[05:19.07]
[01:10.69] We back in the jacked up trucks
[01:11.52] Ridin' on 44s mud on the doors
[01:13.38] And our plan is to get stuck
[01:15.13] On the phone call up the boyz
[01:16.99] Let them all know to bring them toys
[01:18.85] Got a wench on the front if you need tow
[01:20.63] And straight pipes that make some noise
[01:22.47] Yeah
[01:23.37] We comin' from a mile a way you can hear them roar
[01:26.05] Got knobby tires we ridin' higher than we ever did before
[01:28.76] If you want a ride then I got to say hop in at your own discrection
[01:32.46] Cuz some of have told me that these seats are in the nose bleed section
[01:35.65] Got a 12 guage on the black glass and it's ready to go
[01:39.36] When I am on the road I never know when I'll see a buck or a doe
[01:42.92] Dip in my lip, and a cup of spit in the middle console
[01:46.59] Still gettin' hunnies scarin' bunnies you already know
[01:49.23] Ha ha
[01:51.05] Soulja's truck, gonna keep on rollin' down the road
[01:53.74] And it ain't no joke, cuz jawga boyz are as good gold
[01:56.58] So take some notes when you hear us flow and see the mud hangin on the door
[02:00.13] My truck ain't slow and it ain't for show, cuz!
[02:01.92] We jack em up
[02:04.64] Then we ridin' high
[02:06.40] Deep down in the woods
[02:32.78] High like the trees
[02:35.47] A bunch of rednecks
[02:36.42] We don't have no damn degrees
[02:38.23] And I'm reppin' for the sticks
[02:40.02] I'm reppin' for us hicks
[02:40.91] I'm talkin' about us folks who have never seen rich
[02:44.69] My chevy truck is jacked up
[02:46.41] A mud hole make me act up
[02:49.13] Snatch it tight slack up
[02:50.07] I'm slingin' mud
[02:50.95] Ya'll back up
[02:51.82] It's true it ain't no lie
[02:52.72] My chevy's high on 45s
[02:54.68] Cruzin dui, you know I'm sippin' apple pie
[02:58.29] Got that wheelie, rompin loud
[03:00.00] Black and camo on my ride
[03:01.83] Yeah that georgia flag flys cuz I'm known to show my pride
[03:05.46] Yeah we creep and we crawl
[03:07.26] Country click yelling yee haw
[03:09.09] I've had some slips and falls, due to too much alcohol
[03:11.82] Yeah my truck sits tall, sayin I'm scarin at the focus
[03:15.08] Grippin mud and climbin rocks still can't find a way to roll it
[03:18.68] Now I'm with these jawga boyz and we ridin' tonka toys
[03:22.26] With them big trucks big tires, we jack em up and.
[03:25.93] We jack em up
[03:28.63] Then we ridin' high
[03:53.14] 44s, big trucks, camo paint, big bucks
[03:57.37] Nuts on my truck hitch, I'm draggin them in the mud rutts
[04:00.05] Just some ol country boys, high like the pine trees
[04:03.69] And you can bet this be the last of a dying breed
[04:07.28] Southern blood, runs through my veins we some rebel boys
[04:10.93] Cross the river you ain't heard bottleneck and them jawga boyz
[04:14.56] Comin' through on the tonka toys riding high and jacked up
[04:18.10] Slangin mud like the hubs we got that mack cuz
[04:20.87] Raw dog in the Georgia Clay jacked up is how we play
[04:25.39] This is how we do it buck we keep em southern raised
[04:28.11] Stuck in our southern ways, stayin in the desperate days
[04:31.77] We riding high and jack em up they ain't no other way
[04:34.41] Better grip that steerin' wheel gonna make that chevy squeel
[04:38.15] True gritty country boys hick life you know it real
[04:41.74] We on that southern grind, we jacked up all the time
[04:46.26] We ridin in the sky,
[04:47.27] We jack em up
[04:49.08] Then we ridin' high
[05:15.45] Yeah we riding high!
[05:19.07]