I traveled the world, and been a lot of places Believe me dog, ain't nothin' like home And if you want somethin' done, you gotta do it yourself, you got drama? Who's gonna clap that chrome? Nobody like you, somebody like me When death I'm ready for it in

You gotta work We gon' find a way Somebody's gotta do it I know the road is deep I know the journey's long So, I've got to carry on And when I'm in too deep I need you to help me to be strong It ain't gonna happen on its own

Clear that shit. Don't stop until the green is gone and your thumb gets hot. You gotta breath in deep, recollect your thoughts because it's time to take this shot. Raise your drinks, raise your lighters it's about to go down. We can sleep in the morning,

Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep Man, I tell a hoe to go to sleep (Go to sleep) They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep 'Cause we knock 'em unconscious with

We all got a hillbilly bone down deep inside And when the band starts banging and the fiddle saws You can't help but hollering, yee haw! When you see them pretty little country queens Man you gotta admit that's in them jeans Ain't nothing wrong, just

I put the drop on you kid, now I got you You got the heart to get busy without your crew? Let's get it on nigga, do what we gotta do You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you Now, '94 to '95, innocent without crime (Drop that shit)Yeah, yeah, check

And a couple little shacks You gotta go deep Way on back Cross a few creeks And you kick it into four wheel drive when you run out of road You gotta get lost Crickets and frogs Yeah you're gettin' close now

Bring all my people with me I've got my hands on it, I've gotta find a way I've got my hands on it, I've gotta find a way out Hands by your side Keep your hands by your side Your hands by your side (soon will be your time) Deeper in and deeper still use

I want you I need you I gotta be near you I spent my money as I took my turn There once was a woman A strange kind of woman The kind that gets written down in history Her name was Nancy Her face was nothing fancy She left a trail of happiness and misery

Let it burn Gotta let it burn When your feeling ain't the same and your body don't want to But you know gotta let it go 'Cause the party ain't jumpin' like it used to Even though this might bruise you Deep down you know it's best for yourself but you