Boot scootin' boogie Oh, get down, turn around, go to town Yeah heel toe do si do Come on baby let's go boot scootin' Oh cadillac blackjack baby meet me out back We're gonna boogie Out in the country Past the city limits sign Well there's a honky tonk

Remind me, remind me Yeah you'd wake up in my old t-shirt We didn't care if people stared We'd make out in a crowd somewhere Somebody'd tell us to get a room It's hard to believe that was me and you Now we keep saying that we're OK But I don't want to

Get a check, run it up Got my pot and got my 4 (got my 4 yeah) Water whip, my wrist got tore (whip whip, yeah) Frontin' work you can't afford (can't afford, yeah) Might took long, don't come up short (come up short, yeah) Call you down and you ignore

(Ooh, make me bad and I don't know) But that's what I like about ya (Ooh) That's what I like about ya (Ooh) Yeah, that's what I like about ya Yeah, that's what I like about ya I tried to fight against it, shut out what all my friends said I keep letting

I sag my pants until my ass shows Yeah I'm an asshole (Yeah yeah) And your parents hate me cause I love you So tell em' I said fuck you Yeah I said fuck you (Yeah yeah) I even slap hoes (Bitch) Funk Volume

But right now I'm on this lake shore And I'm sittin' in the sun I'm sure it'll hit me When I walk through that door tonight Oh, lookie there, I've got a bite Yeah, I'm gonna miss her And I love to fish

Rock bottom And you're there to stay Girl, you know you oughta treat me good Girl, you hit rock bottom Yeah, you never treat me like you should I can't wait a day I don't care what you say Oh yeah, you got to pay When you hit rock bottom

I want security, yeah Security, yeah Those sweet tender lips you know they tells me that You're the one for me Darling, how can I forget How can I forget, yeah now Without it I had a great loss, oh now Security, yeah And I want it at any cost, oh now

And I'll be crushin' it Every week has a weekend By this time Friday night I'll be done with my third can Of cold Bud Light I'll be crushin' it Yeah, I'll be crushin' it Oh, I'll be crushin' it I sure could use an attaboy

To the B, to the G To the B, to the G, here we go If you wanna go gaga Yeah, from Chi-town to France Yeah, we gonna do it, uh, Rhymefest and Air How you feel there? Rhymefest breathe this to 'em like fresh air On my Vespa looking like a real playa