(Yee-haw) Lil' Wyte's the name, there ain't a day pass That I ain't in trouble, this changes the game And turns a somersault to a double They hating me now, I vapped out and they gon' feel my rumble But it is all gravy, I'm running and ain't 'bouta stumble Back off a few years and you will find some crooked decisions I managed them clear and did not let them break down my vision That's all I don't need, somebody try'na stop what I'm giving But there's just too many hoes out there To give one bitch my pimping I'm bringing ya Memphis I just joined the white rapper convention Back in the day, I blazed my hay and dreamed about recognition But I done made it, they hate it I love it because of DJ Paul and Juicy J I got so far from above it Pushing and shoving They don't know of that, I'm posted on a regular Good 'ole boy from around the way Might be small but don't test me, brah Question, brah, listen, brah, yes, that's what I'm stressing, brah Yes, that's me in your hood, 2 do' Cutlass what I'm flexing, brah Jus' the good 'ole boys, hanging out getting high Jus' the good 'ole boys, watching cops riding by Jus' the good 'ole boys, sitting round drinking beer Jus' the good 'ole boys, we was the clique the haters feared Jus' the good 'ole boys, never really wanted blow Jus' the good 'ole boys was overloaded on that dro Jus' the good 'ole boys, 2 doo' Cutlass what we flexing Jus' the good 'ole boys, if you in the road You better move, we com'n yo direction Don't let yo window catch a cloud, I'm as high as you I know you wish this song would keep on bumping Through a pound or point 2 But it's all good, it's gonna go off Like everything that goes up comes down I make sounds come out my mouf Then put now snawls to make 'em melt Watch me guarantee the game nothing but some fucking pain Put cyanide in syringes and inject it in they veins Threw up on the league the hardest music Memphis seen in a while Hit me quick wit Triple 6 and then let out 'Mystic Style' I was hook and good 'ole boys like me was catching the vibe I survive, I strive, now look at me, I'm all in the sky Keep in mind, I was the one overlooked alla the times Deep inside, I thought that I was the one never would rise Here I am, I'm spitting it out and bringing it to ya today Ain't no gangsta, just a Bay Area represento Wit something to say So if you want me, come get me, y'kno where I'm at I'm prolly there right now but there's no way good 'ole boy Like me go out without my crown now Jus' the good 'ole boys, hanging out getting high Jus' the good 'ole boys, watching cops riding by Jus' the good 'ole boys, sitting round drinking beer Jus' the good 'ole boys, we was the clique the haters feared Jus' the good 'ole boys, never really wanted blow Jus' the good 'ole boys was overloaded on that dro Jus' the good 'ole boys, 2 doo' Cutlass what we flexing Jus' the good 'ole boys, if you in the road You better move, we com'n yo direction It's like this, good 'ole boys I don't get what they can out this game Whether we are down in our slums or we on top of this thang 'Cuz I've got some real ones rolling with me down for the cause Even if the situation get sticky, they ain't 'bouta pause So I must watch over my fleet and lead 'em all inta victory Mystery, how did I get here? All the rest is just history Liberty is what I'm seeking to get away from misery Mess with me, you'll be fucked up 'cuz I'll let out inner energy Never was a problem child, always kept up with the game The slang and somehow everyone in the hood knew my name It ain't my fault, it made me to be something that you ain't It is my fault, I'm doing something that y'kno you can't Man, I remember getting drunk, drinking my self unda the flo' Reminiscing of throwing up, making love to the commode I did my dirt, didn't I get caught and still serf birds in the end But that's all right 'cuz all I needs, my little girl and my pen Jus' the good 'ole boys, hanging out getting high Jus' the good 'ole boys, watching cops riding by Jus' the good 'ole boys, sitting round drinking beer Jus' the good 'ole boys, we was the clique the haters feared Jus' the good 'ole boys, never really wanted blow Jus' the good 'ole boys was overloaded on that dro Jus' the good 'ole boys, 2 doo' Cutlass what we flexing Jus' the good 'ole boys, if you in the road You better move, we com'n yo direction
