Country Raised

[Chorus: Petey Pablo]
Country thing, that's a country thing
Yeah, that's the way the folk down in the country be
Country thing, country boy, country man
I'm a product of my mama and my daddy
Look what my mama and my daddy made

[Verse 1: Petey Pablo]
How hell, yeah, sweet tea lemonade
Ain't no damn Arnold Palmer, who the hell is Arnold Palmer?
I ain't tryna start a problem, I ain't tryna cause drama
I'm just tryna give flowers to folk that never got 'em, ah
Carolina blessin' forever, oh yeah believe that (Believe)
Carolina legend forever, oh yeah I mean it (I mean)
I done been through hell and hot water but thеy don't see that
Forty days and nights in the desert but you don't bеlieve that
Pieces over here and pieces over there
I'm tryna pick all the pieces up and make somethin' out of myself
I'm from Greenville
I really got left anybody
Boy, it's lights out, good night e'rybody
Real deals to the end (Big talk)
Only thing that I been (Come on)
Bunch of good dudes to the wrong folk, they call theyself my friend
Nope, never again long as I live
Only reason they forgiven
God told me to—

[Pre-Chorus: Petey Pablo]
Get it, get it, go and get it
I'm a go getter
I'ma get it, I'ma get it, get it, get it
Standin' on ten toes
Do you want it?
Then it's still in, still on, still actin' to go and get it

[Chorus: Petey Pablo]
Country thing, that's a country thing
That's the way the folk down in the country be
I'm a country boy, country man
I'm a product of my mama and my daddy
Look what mama and my daddy made

[Verse 2: Upchurch]
It's been a wild ride, lookin' at the shots fly by
They all missin', maybe grazed me once or two times
Now I'm scannin' every room with my eyes wide
Tourists in my own city every label got a lie line
Name shitty, try and come get rid of me
This cowboy don't complain, let the chaos be a symphony
Mama tried to kill me, that's a EP epiphany
I earned the heart, I got Talladega gas up on e'ery beat
These system fools must've got me confused
The only redneck that's slick with rhythm and blues
Live the lyrics like the paragraph
Pop up holograms from the holler-holler boy
Holler back I'll holler man
Ain't no dollar-dollar, make this holler partner park the plane
My spot is awesome, ain't nobody ever even parkin' in
Down south shakin' shit, opponents stand with Parkinsons
Mess with my dog Petey, you gon' get these rascal hands
That's a—

[Chorus: Petey Pablo]
Country thing, country-country thing
Yeah, that's the way the folk down in the country be
I'm a country boy, country man
I'm a product of my mama and my daddy
Look what mama and my daddy made

[Bridge: Petey Pablo]
Riddle me this, riddle me that (Okay)
Tickle me pink, color me back (Okay)
Color me black
Same color the Cadillac
Same color the Maybach
Gon' be when I finally get my life straight
Not that mine ain't
I know a bunch of folks strugglin' but I ain't
Actually, my life great
I represent two states
I eat out of two plates
The reason why I am fat and can't lose weight

[Pre-Chorus: Petey Pablo]
Get it, get it, go and get it
I'm a go-getter
I'ma get it, I'ma get it, get it, get it
Standin' on ten toes
Do you want it?
Then it's still in, still on, still actin' to go and get it

[Chorus: Petey Pablo]
Country thing, that's a country thing
Yeah, that's the way the folk down in the country be
I'm a country boy, country man
I'm a product of my mama and my daddy
Look what mama and my daddy made

[Outro: Petey Pablo]
How hell, yeah, sweet tea lemonade
Ain't no damn Arnold Palmer, who the hell is Arnold Palmer?
I ain't tryna start a problem, I ain't tryna cause drama
I'm just tryna give flowers to folk that never got 'em, ah