Huntin' and fishin' and lovin' every day Thank God He made me this way Huntin', fishin' and lovin' every day That's the prayer that a country boy prays Early in the morning and late in the evening Won't you come along with me If I could make a living

You ain't livin' until you're lovin', baby Ooh, until you fall you ain't livin' at all You think you're so way out And you got all the action Still you can't find no satisfaction Baby - try me, and I'll make you see Ah ah, at all You like to kiss and run

I get my party on (party onnnnn) We gonna party til the break of dawnnn Oh oh ohhhhhhhhh hooooo I get my party on (thats right) Ya ya man, I just got my hair braided, Car waxed, put on my player face, It's 12 o clock, its time to get it on Hey yo chaka

Ayy, ayy, I need 20 for a verse, I need 40 for a show I got bitches gettin' naked, throwin' money on the floor Big Patek bust down, pussy hatin' 'cause he broke I ain't never played the bitch, I'm in the game and that's for sure Claustrophobic, dropped

When I get drunk, and talk to God I wish that I could go to church but I'm too ashamed of me I hate the fact it takes a bottle to get me on my knees And I hope he'll forgive the things you ain't forgot I say I'm sorry for all the things I'm not I mean

It's your time now baby Ohh but it's gonna be mine after awhile I said it's your time right now baby Lord but it's gonna be mine after awhile You know you know if things don't change I'm gonna move on down She stayed out last night And do you know she

Bitches ain't shit, but hoes and tricks Aye uh, got this bitch named Tasha, she let me fuck her in the car. Like Kim Kardashian, she wanna be a Star. Got this bitch named Britanny, with big ass titties. But bitches ain't shit, 'cause Bitches act Mickey

It takes two, baby Just takes two It takes two, baby, It just takes two To make a dream come true One can have a dream, baby Two can make a dream so real One can talk about being in love

I was (Raised on the radio, raised on the radio, raised on the radio) And the radio played And the radio plays I remember riding shotgun in daddy's Chevrolet, We'd crank up the pioneers, and we'd sing away, Sometimes he'd let me take the wheel and we'd

Ah, things ain't what they used to be, no, no Oh, mercy, mercy me Ah, things ain't what they used to be Whoa, ah, mercy, mercy me Where did all the blue skies go? Poison is the wind that blows From the north and south and east Whoa, mercy, mercy me