Moonshine Bandits – She’s Crazy Lyrics

MOONSHINE BANDITSShe’s Crazy Lyrics
Get a little whiskey in her
And she goes a little crazy
I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t love it
She’s hard shot slammin’
Then she’s bar top dancin’
And I just can’t get enough of it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s the kinda girl I’m takin’ drinkin’ on the weekend
Seeing Journey dive bar, don’t stop believin’
Bloody Marys in the mornin’
Football Sunday
Both know we’re hurtin’ when we’re workin’ on a Monday
Love those family ties to her small town roots
She’s got a lotta pride in those cowgirl boots
Dancin’ on the tabletops
I love it how she moves
She’s my kinda girl cause she loves to get it loose
Get a little whiskey in her
And she goes a little crazy
I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t love it
She’s hard shot slammin’
Then she’s bar top dancin’
An I just can’t get enough of it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
Love it how she mixes with the straight shot whiskey
Shotgun ridin’ in my Ford 350
Listens to some rock but she loves to bump country
Loves drinkin’ whiskey but she hates drinkin’ bubbly
Pinky finger down put her middle finger up
Once she slams one down she’ll be fillin’ up a cup
Same ole truck that the farm boys drive
Cause a country girl can survive
Get a little whiskey in her
And she goes a little crazy
An I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t love it
She’s hard shot slammin’
Then she’s bar top dancin’
And I just can’t get enough of it
Get a little whiskey in her
And she goes a little crazy
An I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t love it
She’s hard shot slammin’
Then she’s bar top dancin’
And I just can’t get enough of it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it
She’s crazy and I love it

Lacs – Field Party Lyrics (feat. Jj Lawhorn)

Bout thirty miles from anything,
The law ain’t hearin shit. We got the bonfire blowin,
The crowd is steady growin,
Five thousand plus will be here before you know it. Rebel red bikini tops,
Man you know you want it. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. It’s goin down. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. Here it’s goin down,
Down field party style. So crank up them eighteens as loud as they can get. We got the freaks in bikinis headed down to the creek. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. All we need is a field and we’ll turn the party out. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. It’s goin down,
Field party style. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. Tell your mom and old man,
They can bring the whole nine. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. Got big kegs and chub beers. It’s goin down. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. It’s goin down field party style. They drinkin on that hunch punch,
Fore long they start to flaunt it. It’s goin down field party style. It’s goin down field party style. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. Got the grilled fired up,
Cookin every kind of meat. Dancin with them daisy dukes,
All they do is turn heads. Show you where to make shine at as long as y’all don’t tattle. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. Y’all get drunk and show out,
Cut lose and go out. Rippin up them dirt roads,
Stirrin up them cattle. Jj Lawhorn)
You damn right,
It’s Friday night. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. We got them tailgates down and the shots goin round. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. Bad broads with tanned legs,
Raised up on cornbread. It’s goin down,
It’s goin down,
Field party style. Hit em up and get em up and tell this whole damn town. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. It’s goin down field party style. Party around that bonfire,
Horseshoes and corn hoe,
Roped off with barbed wire. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. We got Harleys over here,
Mud trucks over there,
Red necks and hill billys bout every damn where. It’s goin down. LACSField Party Lyrics (feat. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. It’s goin down. Come one,
Come all,
That’s how we do it in the south. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. Let’s get it crunk and do it right,
We gon crank it all night. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar.

Moonshine Bandits – Sweet Home California Lyrics

Come on ma, you know why you want to hit this
Sixteen switches on an Eldo-rad-io
Smoke down windows with a banging audio
This how we roll when we roll when we roll
You know how we blow when we blow that dro
Cali Coast
Sweet Home California, Califo-hor-nia
Where my skies are always blue (where my skies are always blue)
Sweet home California, sweet home, oh yeah
I love coming home to you
Lord I’m coming home to you
Now my old town is like every small town, on the wild west coast
We get rowdy and we cut loose, we some bad ass dudes
Intoxicated from the whiskey (oh yeah), intoxicated from the rhythm and blues
(Let me help you sing, let me help you sing)
Moonshine go coast to coast
We gonna sing songs play show to show
And we keep on moving down the yellow state
Slanging CDs out the tail gate
We going state to state for the place that we from
The town that we run, the sound that we brung
You can hear our sound all around the globe, but there’s only one place that we call home and that’s…
Sweet Home California, Califo-hor-nia
Where my skies are always blue (where my skies are always blue)
Sweet home California, sweet home, oh yeah
I love coming home to you
Lord I’m coming home to you
I’m in the In & Out Burger then I’m hitting the club
I’m in the Pink Poodle, San-ho gettin’ some love
I’m in the Arco on Saxscot box above
I’m in my black cadillac bumping California love
I’m in the GB-freed in the SBC watching SF play against OAK
I’m in the LBC then the SAC but homie it’s still all C to the A
I’m in the floor seats with Jack Nichol watching the game
I’m in the LBC with ol’ Jesse James
I’m in the Humbolt county and we puffing the train
I’m in the double XL next to dre and the game
I’m up in Fresno Atark and we betting on the dogs
I got love for my Valley because we all stand tall
Where we from…
Sweet Home California, Califo-hor-nia
Where my skies are always blue (where my skies are always blue)
Sweet home California, sweet home, oh yeah
I love coming home to you
Lord I’m coming home to you MOONSHINE BANDITSSweet Home California Lyrics
Turn it up
Woooow woooow wooooo
It’s the wild wild west the wild wild west
It’s the wild wild west
It’s the wild wild west it’s the wild wild west
I’d like to welcome everybody to the wild wild west
The sunshine state where we get krunk the best
From the Bay to L.A., Sac-Town and back
Through the Valley of the Cali keep the kegs on tap
And if the party’s gonna pop then the party gonna crack
And the party don’t stop; Cali got my back
We got them big boy 4 bys, rolling with Guiness
Them low rider riders that are rolling with switches
Gangsters, skaters, bikers, strippers
Lakers, Raiders, Niners, Clippers
Choppers, coppers, can I get a witness?

Lacs – God Bless A Country Girl Lyrics

LACSGod Bless A Country Girl Lyrics
You can find ’em in the sticks or way up town
God bless a country girl
By far we got the best looking girls around
God bless a country girl
Country girls got it going on
God bless a country girl
Grab your drink and sing along
God bless a country girl
She gets her redneck on a little red hot honey
Got a pick-up truck plus her daddy’s got some money
Makes a sweet potato pie that’ll shut your mouth
Ponytail to the side when she hang around the house
A little tomboy growing up, hunting and a fishing show
A 30-06, got a Carolina skiff
And if the creek gets hot she got a 4 wheel drive
A couple chains in the back, and some mud on the tires
Hell ya she’s a hot one, man I think I got one
She can go all day fishing in the hot sun
Man I guess I’m lucky to be living in the sticks
Boy just take a look around we got a basket of chicks
You can find ’em in the sticks or way up town
God bless a country girl
By far we got the best looking girls around
God bless a country girl
Country girls got it going on
God bless a country girl
Grab your drink and sing along
God bless a country girl
She’s a beauty queen but she likes to mud bog
Likes frogs, man this broad loves to hunt hogs
Likes to fish and she firing the kitchen
Cube steak, mash ‘tatoes and a little fried chicken
And I can say everyday that she’s perfect for me
Knows how to clean the gutter, makes the best sweet tea
Hey, a young girl with a no school soul
Man she had her first job when she was 8 years old
Ain’t worried about dirt and ain’t afraid to work
Loves Holy Jesus, she can rock that skirt
They don’t make ’em like this, she’s the last of her kind
So fine and divine, so glad she’s mine
You can find ’em in the sticks or way up town
God bless a country girl
By far we got the best looking girls around
God bless a country girl
Country girls got it going on
God bless a country girl
Grab your drink and sing along
God bless a country girl
Country girls got it going on
Go ahead baby this your song
Grab a drink and sing along
God bless a country girl
[x2]

Lacs – Goin Deep Lyrics (feat. Luke Martin)

Luke Martin)
Roll Up At A Game Friday Afternoon,
Im all loaded up in the camper too
Fire up the grill sit back and chill with a cold one
You got VIP hangin out TNT deep
Its time to get wild
Sling some mud in the creek
Sun going down no stopin us now
Cum on boys we got trails to ride down
Going deep in the mud
Poppin suds gettin buzzed
Rain or shine were gonna have some fun
Skinny in back and half rack
Sexy southern girls give you a heartattack
No asphault
No concrete
Just riding thises trails right down to the creek
If your scrared dont forget
You can watch them over there
Just wait and see we all about going deep
Yeah going deep
{dont be scared of it}
Man Ive been working like a dog bunch of over time son
But its finally paying off got my money stacked son
Me and my buddies spend the weekend in the mud
Biggest baddest guys
Just going to tear it up
I wont back up for nothing even if its saying to put my coller in the bed
Redneck boys tryin to bate and hate
And country girls scream when you drive it in deep
Yeah going deep
I got that comoflauge
Can hit that ho a damn hand
Redneck stock thats the word around
Cooler strapped down and a gun up in the rack
because the yellin aint no tellin man when were cummin back
Follow us if you wanna
But I hopt you can drive or be snuggled up here because you aint keepin it dry
You better hid a box off so they dont get soaked
Hold on to what you got or betta hope it can float LACSGoin Deep Lyrics (feat.

Moonshine Bandits – Outback Lyrics (feat. The Lacs & Durwood Black)

The Lacs & Durwood Black)
Everything we do
we do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
we go to the back,
back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Outback where the forest is thick theres a circle in the middle of field where a bonfires lit cup full of shine copenhagen in my lip now im slippin sideways probably wake up in a ditch so crank that music into the night and crack that beer and raise it high stacked little blonde want a midnight ride take her back to the country for a real good time
Everything we do
we do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
we go to the back,
back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Got me steppin in manure everytime i spit shit feel like cash in the photo with the bird getting flipped came from the bottom so they label me a Catfish world wide better grab you an atlas bonfire lit like willie lets smoke rack full of ribs in a smoker full of oak blackberry brandy off back in a duck blind black lab runnin got huntin in his blood line came from a back but im back in the lead back like a rack full of fat double ds back with a barrel on a rack let me squeeze back on the trigger hit her right between the knees back with a tow strap i pull em real heavy ladies gettin dirty out back on the chevy dive bar beauty queen bubba call em bettys pedal to the metal baby girl im ready
Everything we do
we do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
we go to the back,
back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Tell em bout a burn pile hand on me and my hunny we can run a game of shoes we can lose a little money might talk a little smack grab a sip of that jack bunch of jacked up trucks all parked round back yeah get loose like ya do it up in cali shine so smooth like ya crusin’ in a caddy then we rolled us up a fatty went around to the shed i had to back up off it it was buzzin my head
See im back in the mac im in the back with the lacs get on these bachelor sacs now how hackers is that see im partyin to death with bacardi on my breath im thinkin naughty to myself about this shawty on my left yeah we still out back its the country outkast thinkin you can out rap yeah bitch i doubt that meet us all out back and we’ll whoop that loud ass cause where bringin country back quicker then a snap back
Everything we do
we do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
We go to the back,
Back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Everything we do
we do it out back,
Backyard half chared ribs on a rack
Back road running getting dirty on the track
Back woods gunnin
hittin birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go
we go to the back,
back yard bars servin jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at MOONSHINE BANDITSOutback Lyrics (feat.

Lacs – Feels Good Lyrics

LACSFeels Good Lyrics
It feels good, hit an old back road
Drop it down low just take it in slow
It feels good, got it made in the shade
Kick it on back, getting drunk all day
It feels good, little girl by my side
Laid back chillin’, watching time fly by
It feels good, damn right it feels good
All feels good
Just sittin’ on the back porch
Chewin’ on the grass stem
If you don’t know, then boy you better ask them
Cause I don’t mind if the fish don’t fry
And if the creek don’t rise then we’ll be just fine
I said I’m back in the line
Now I’m back in the ride
To a little muscadine wine
Now I’m back in the pines
Just a back woods plow boy
Redneck cowboy
Dirt road holiday starts right now boy
So crank it on up, while I drank it all up
Take a swig, cook the pig
Now let’s hank it all up
Just grab a fishing pole until the beer gets cold
Let it all fade away and watch the day unfold
High cotton, I’ve got, man just about drunk
Damn right, so tight and it ain’t even lunch
Yeah, it feels good to be back in the woods
A country boy’s paradise, yeah it’s all good
It feels good, hit an old back road
Drop it down low just take it in slow
It feels good, got it made in the shade
Kick it on back, getting drunk all day
It feels good, little girl by my side
Laid back chillin’, watching time fly by
It feels good, damn right it feels good
All feels good
Flip floppin on the sand bar
Pull up in a big boy I ain’t into sports car, nah
The country girls go to feelin ya boy
A couple swigs of that ol’ apple
Here we’re making some noise
Slide the yeti in the back of the ride
Roll your window down, let some ol’ black smoke fly
Good Shine, good folks man I love it in the woods
Gotta couple days off, and it feels so good
Slow and easy goin’ as I roll into town
I need some 22 bullets and a bottle of crown
Imma park it by the creek and put some rock and roll on
Drink beer, shoot shit and take my drunk ass home
Wake up early in the morning when the race starts
Ain’t long, right back, drinking on the same damn sand bar
Redneck folks out killin’ some time
You ain’t gotta worry bout us cause we doing just fine
It feels good, hit an old back road
Drop it down low just take it in slow
It feels good, got it made in the shade
Kick it on back, getting drunk all day
It feels good, little girl by my side
Laid back chillin’, watching time fly by
It feels good, damn right it feels good
All feels good
It feels good, hit an old back road
Drop it down low just take it in slow
It feels good, got it made in the shade
Kick it on back, getting drunk all day
It feels good, little girl by my side
Laid back chillin’, watching time fly by
It feels good, damn right it feels good
All feels good

Lacs – Field Party [feat. Colt Ford & Jj Lawhorn] Lyrics

Hit em up and get em up and tell this whole damn town. All we need is a field and we’ll turn the party out. Let’s get it crunk and do it right,
We gon crank it all night. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. Bad broads with tanned legs,
Raised up on cornbread. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. Show you where to make shine at as long as y’all don’t tattle. Dancin with them daisy dukes,
All they do is turn heads. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. It’s goin down field party style. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. It’s goin down,
It’s goin down,
Field party style. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. It’s goin down field party style. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. Rebel red bikini tops,
Man you know you want it. Tell your mom and old man,
They can bring the whole nine. It’s goin down field party style. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. It’s goin down. It’s goin down,
Field party style. Y’all get drunk and show out,
Cut lose and go out. It’s goin down. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. It’s goin down. Colt Ford & Jj Lawhorn] Lyrics
You damn right,
It’s Friday night. It’s goin down. Got big kegs and chub beers. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. We got them tailgates down and the shots goin round. LACSField Party [feat. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. It’s goin down field party style. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. They drinkin on that hunch punch,
Fore long they start to flaunt it. Rippin up them dirt roads,
Stirrin up them cattle. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. We got the bonfire blowin,
The crowd is steady growin,
Five thousand plus will be here before you know it. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. Got the grilled fired up,
Cookin every kind of meat. We got Harleys over here,
Mud trucks over there,
Red necks and hill billys bout every damn where. Come one,
Come all,
That’s how we do it in the south. Bout thirty miles from anything,
The law ain’t hearin shit. So crank up them eighteens as loud as they can get. Here it’s goin down,
Down field party style. Party around that bonfire,
Horseshoes and corn hoe,
Roped off with barbed wire. We got the freaks in bikinis headed down to the creek. We in the spot that the cops can’t find.

Tupac Classic Hummer Back On Auction Here Is How You Can Get It

Someone bought the 1996 Hummer in May of last year for $337,000 which was about three times the original asking price. The anonymous bidder from Ohio never came through with the dough so the truck is now back on the auction block, TMZ reported. The auction ends within a week from now on August 17. A number of other Tupac Shakur’s memorabilia and prized possessions are currently on the auction market. You can bid on the Hummer through RR Auctions and the starting bid is roughly $100,000 which is much more closer to what it was originally being fetched for. Tupac‘s classic Hummer is back on the auction market and here is how you can get your hands on it.