Throwdown: The Greatest Hits
Moonshine Bandits
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We All Country (extended remix)
04 : 45
2
I’m a Hellrazor
03 : 13
3
Throwdown
04 : 05
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Dad’s Pontoon
03 : 43
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Outback (extended remix)
08 : 09
6
Country Fried
04 : 02
7
California Country
03 : 06
8
Dead Man’s Hand
03 : 19
9
51FIFTY
03 : 58
10
Full Throttle
03 : 53
11
My Way
03 : 31
12
Lady Luck
03 : 48
13
Not Tonight
02 : 27
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Track Lyrics
We All Country (extended remix) Lyrics
[Chorus: Charlie Farley]
East coast, west coast it's all country
Dirty south, midwest it's all country
Leave the city go out back into the country
We're all country
From the first breath alive we're all country
Until the day that we die we're all country
So hop in your ride and get back to the country
Back to the country
[Verse 1: Tex]
West coast renegade, killa Cali outlaw
Wild west king like Colt in the south y'all
Cash tattoo with the flat bill flipped
Clutchin' on my whiskey like a pistol grip
I'm John Wayne with the gauge, I ain't walkin' the line
I got my trigger finger itchy off a bottle of shine
'Cause we're shootin' clay pigeons from the bed of a step-side
Bumpin' Dwight Yoakam out the window yellin' west side
Spinning like a wagon wheel, mama come and rock me
All the ladies love me I'm a cold ass honkey
Hook 'em like a booger every time that I spit one
Yeah, we all country ain't no matter where you fish from
[Chorus: Charlie Farley]
East coast, west coast it's all country
Dirty south, midwest it's all country
Leave the city go out back into the country
We're all country
From the first breath alive we're all country
Until the day that we die we're all country
So hop in your ride and get back to the country
Back to the country
[Verse 2: Bird]
I'm been born to baptized in blue collar blood
Now with pumps through my veins as I stomp through the mud
Through 50 different states, the people's all the same
Just different faces, the shine still burnin' flames
It's so contagious this country rap thing now
All these pop artists ridin' in my lane now
See me on the YouTube with a millions of views
So they think that they can do everything that we do
I've been certified, country fried, spent since 1999
Homicide with the rhymes mad 'cause I lived a life
Y'all my kinfolk, it's our time to shine
American outlaws since birth we ride
[Chorus: Charlie Farley]
East coast, west coast it's all country
Dirty south, midwest it's all country
Leave the city go out back into the country
We're all country
From the first breath alive we're all country
Until the day that we die we're all country
So hop in your ride and get back to the country
Back to the country
[Verse 3: Sarah Ross]
I'm from Jersey worthy as anyone heard
And cattle to be called country raised on dairy farm
Very armed and dangerous so just carry on
No matter where you're from you can carry the country baton
Country's on every continent and every state
Just a country girl with a buck on her tailgate
Windows down blarin' Miranda and George Strait
Ridin' jacked up in a truck that don't play (Don't play)
There's a back road in every city
So go get nitty gritty with those hillbillies
You don't need to lasso to live this
Now tell me, do y'all feel me?
[Chorus: Charlie Farley]
East coast, west coast it's all country
Dirty south, midwest it's all country
Leave the city go out back into the country
We're all country
From the first breath alive we're all country
Until the day that we die we're all country
So hop in your ride and get back to the country
Back to the country
[Verse 4: Colt Ford]
Yeah, look at them (Look at them), now look at us (Look at us)
Everybody that I know is ridin' big old trucks
It's the south savior with a country flavor
Ride with Cali and this cutie from Jersey you heard me?
We got that common thread it's like a family tradition
What you've been missin' we give it 'cause country's how I'm livin'
I'm so Hank with it with a little Merle
A lot of Waylon and Possum there ain't no way to stop 'em
I'm like a super man, got girls they're super fans
Ridin' a Super Duty, my girls got super booty
I'm just a redneck tryna cash a paycheck
And I'm so blue collar, holler if you heard that, woo
[Chorus: Charlie Farley]
East coast, west coast it's all country
Dirty south, midwest it's all country
Leave the city go out back into the country
We're all country
From the first breath alive we're all country
Until the day that we die we're all country
So hop in your ride and get back to the country
Back to the country
Outback (extended remix) Lyrics
[Chorus: Durwood Black]
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack
Back-road runnin' gettin' dirty on a track
Back woods gunnin' hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars serving jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In back of the saloon where the jukebox at
[Verse 1: Bird]
Outback where the forest is thick
There's a circle in the middle of a field, where a bonfire's lit
Cup full of shine, Copenhagen in my lip
Now I'm dippin' 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
[Chorus: Durwood Black]
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack
Back-road runnin' gettin' dirty on a track
Back woods gunnin' hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars serving jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In back of the saloon where the jukebox at
[Verse 2: Tex of Moonshine Bandits]
Got me steppin' in manure every time I spit shit
Feel like Cash in the photo with the bird gettin' flipped
Came from the bottom, so they labeled me a catfish
Worldwide better grab you an Atlas
Bonfire lit like Willy, let's smoke
Rack full ribs and a smoker full of oak
Blackberry Brandy, out back in the duck blind
Black Lab runnin', got huntin' in his bloodlines
Came from outback, but I'm 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 'er right between the knees
Back with the tow strap I pull 'em real heavy
Ladies gettin' dirty outback on the Chevy
Dive-bar beauty queen, Bubba call 'em 'Betties'
Pedal to the metal, baby girl, I'm ready
[Chorus: Durwood Black]
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack
Back-road runnin' gettin' dirty on a track
Back woods gunnin' hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars serving jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In back of the saloon where the jukebox at
[Verse 3: Rooster of The Lacs]
Talkin' 'bout a burn pile, hound dog, me and my honey
We can run a game of shoes, we can lose a little money
Might talk a little smack, after sippin' that Jack
Bunch of jacked up trucks all parked 'round back
Yeah get loose, like they do it up in Cali
Ol' shine so smooth, like you cruisin' in a Caddy
Then we rolled ourself a fatty, went around to the shed
I had to back up off it, it was buzzin' my head
[Verse 4: Uncle Snap of The Lacs]
See I'm back in the Mac, I'm in the back with The Lacs
Get on these backs to the Sacs
Know how I'm hackler's act
See I'm partyin' to death, with Bacardi on my breath
I'm thinking naughty to myself about the shawty on my left
Yeah, we're still outback
It's the country outcasts
Thinkin' you can out-rap?
Yeah, bitch, I doubt that
Meet us all out back
And we'll whoop that loud ass
'Cause were bringin' country back, quicker than a snap-back
[Chorus: Durwood Black]
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack
Back-road runnin' gettin' dirty on a track
Back woods gunnin' hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars serving jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack
Back-road runnin' gettin' dirty on a track
Back woods gunnin' hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars serving jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Dead Man’s Hand Lyrics
[Chorus: Bird]
Oh, on that wide open highway
Oh, on that wide open highway
Oh, on that wide open highway
All my troubles in the wind
Oh, on that wide open highway
Life that I'm livin' is a dead man's hand
[Verse 1: Tex]
Flag waving, hell raising, whiskey drinking son-of-a-bitch
I'm a Waylon playing, finger waving, stomp your ass right in the ditch (Come on)
Twelve-pack, rack with a gauge, bumper-sticker tailgate
Says goddamn right I'm American made (Let's go)
Earned what I got ain't nothing you can say (Come on)
Outlaw, livin' on the stage, 'nother hotel, 'nother city and state (What)
Renegade, with a road to pave, rest when I'm dead, sleep in my grave
[Chorus: Bird]
Oh, on that wide open highway
All my troubles in the wind
Oh, on that wide open highway
Life that I'm livin' is a dead man's hand
[Verse 2: Bird]
Feel the thunder on the pavement, I'm smokin' down the road
I hear that old Satan, well he's after my soul
I put my past and fear to rest, I left them all behind
Like the ashes from my cigarette as they blow into the night
[Chorus: Bird]
Oh, on that wide open highway
All my troubles in the wind
Oh, on that wide open highway
Life that I'm livin' is a dead man's hand
[Bridge: Bird]
Oh-oh-oh-ohohohoh
Oh-oh-oh-ohoh
Oh-oh-oh-ohohohoh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Chorus: Bird]
Oh, on that wide open highway
All my troubles in the wind
Oh, on that wide open highway
The life that I'm livin' is a dead man's hand
Oh, on that wide open highway
All my troubles in the wind
Oh, on that wide open highway
The life that I'm livin' is a dead man's hand
51FIFTY Lyrics
[Intro]
Moonshine Bandits (Bandits)
[Chorus: Bird]
Everybody get loose, get out of control
51-50 and we locked in low
Get loose, get out of control
51-50 and we locked in low
Everybody get loose, get out of control
51-50 and we locked in low
Get loose, get out of control
51-50 and we locked in low
[Verse 1: Tex]
Mama told me slow down, fast livin' is my motto
Everything I do, you know I do it full throttle
You can have the can but I'll take the whole bottle
Six shots slam but you'll never see me hobble
Ride a jacked up, you got flats on a bottle
Angel ridin' shotgun, black Silverado
Dive bar beauty queen lookin' like a model
Law on my tail 'cause I'm livin' full throttle
[Chorus: Bird]
Everybody get loose, get out of control
51-50 and we locked in low
Get loose, get out of control
51-50 and we locked in low
Everybody get loose, get out of control
51-50 and we locked in low
Get loose, get out of control
51-50 and we locked in low
[Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx]
You love me, love me, way out in the country like damn
Senior, junior, bring it to you like mail
I might fail, but hey, I might sale
Enough to tell, y'all the hushin', hush it well
What the hell is Bubba doin'? He just a ruin
That brand new Chevy, and damn you Betty, he wasn't bored
I heard he put them 44's up underneath it
He did a year and since he did, it's been tough to reach him
Either hate it or let it motivate
Life is goin' great, yeah, it's goin' great
Ain't too much more to say, truck runnin' great (Yup)
Color muddy grey, won't put my gun away
Obama, Osama, the Dalai Lama
My mama, Trump or Clinton, maybe my mama
'Cause bitch I'm a big dog, 51-50
And I'm all jacked up so is anyone with me
[Chorus: Bird]
Everybody get loose, get out of control
51-50 and we locked in low
Get loose, get out of control
51-50 and we locked in low
Everybody get loose, get out of control
51-50 and we locked in low
Get loose, get out of control
51-50 and we locked in low
[Verse 3: Tex]
I'm goin' full throttle while you stop and go
Motor so hot make you drop and roll
Livin' real fast never lost control
Even when the cops tried to stop my show
Straight to the top like a rocket, whoa
Little hip hop with some rock 'n' roll
Count down on the clock, oh no
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, let's go
[Bridge: Bird]
I'm fillin' up my cup and I might act up
Fillin' up my cup and I might act up
I'm fillin' up my cup and I might act up
Fillin' up my cup and I might act up
I'm jacked up, (Jacked up) I'm jacked up (Jacked up)
I'm jacked up, (Jacked up) I'm jacked up (Jacked up)
I'm jacked up, (Jacked up) I'm jacked up (Jacked up)
I'm jacked up, (Jacked up) I'm jacked up (Jacked up)
[Chorus: Bird]
Everybody get loose, get out of control
51-50 and we locked in low
Get loose, get out of control
51-50 and we locked in low
Everybody get loose, get out of control
51-50 and we locked in low
Get loose, get out of control
51-50 and we locked in low
[Outro: Bird]
I'm jacked up, (Jacked up) I'm jacked up (Jacked up)
I'm jacked up, (Jacked up) I'm jacked up (Jacked up)
I'm jacked up, (Jacked up) I'm jacked up (Jacked up)
I'm jacked up, (Jacked up) I'm jacked up (Jacked up)