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Yee-haw, y'all, let's roll this blunt real tight
Got that stanky, danky weed blazin' up tonight
Out here in the sticks where the cows don't sleep
This the weed-wranglin' anthem, so buckle up, let's creep
Move over Bessie, it's time to get lit (oh)
Down in the hollow where the chickens get fried
I'm rollin' up a doobie by the tractor's backside
Got my ten-gallon hat, boots scuffin' up dirt
Puffin' on that skunk, man, my brain's out of work
My cousin Cliff, he's my grow-up guy
Hidin' buds in the haystack, got the sheriff askin' why
This weed so loud, it woke the neighbor's hog
Now pork chops dancin' to my rap in the fog
Got a mason jar shine, but I'm sippin' on smoke
This that country fry kush
Got me feel in' like a goat
From the bond to bayou, I'm the king of the blaze
Light it up, pass it "round, sef the whole damn place ablaze
Weed-wranglin', hoedown, gettin' high in the sticks
Roll that green, spark it clean, it's the redneck remix
Blaze it up, raise it up, under stars in the moonlight
This that stoner country rap, y'all, we feelin' out of sight
Weed-wranglin', hoedown, got the barn burnin' black
Puffin' that homegrown, takin' off like a kite
From the cornfield to the creek, keep the vibe so legit
This that country hip-hop, y'all, we smokin' that shit
My granny's on the porch, rollin' joints like a pro
She's 85, but her blunts got no flaws
She said, "Boy, this gorilla glue's better than my stew"
Pass me that bong, I"ll show you what I do
My pickup's in the mud, got a stash in the glove
Got that blueberry yum-yum, it's my one true love
The preacher came by, said, 'son, that's a sin'
I said, 'reverend, take a hit, you"ll be grinnin' like Ken'
Got my coonhound Bubba, he's high off the fumes
Chasin' his tail, thinkin' he's in a cartoon
From the honky-tonk to the trap, I'm the man with the sack
This that stanky-danky, put the boondocks on the map
Weed-wranglin', hoedown, gettin' high in the sticks
Roll that green, spark it clean, it's the redneck remix
Blaze it up, raise it up, under stars in the moonlight
This that stoner country rap, y'all, we feelin' out of sight
Weed-wranglin', hoedown, got the barn burnin' black
Puffin' that homegrown, takin' off like a kite
From the cornfield to the creek, keep the vibe so legit
This that country hip-hop, y'all, we smokin' that shit
Now my cousin Skeeter, he's a wild old soul
Tried to smoke my stash, fell in the tractor tire hole
I said, 'skeet, you fool, that's my premium grade"
You owe me a zip for messin' up my scene
Got a big bonfire poppin', but the smoke's a star
My blunt's so fat it's blockin' out the North Star
The sheriff rolled up, sniffin' round my lane
I said, "Here's some cornbread, man' you don't understand"
This lemon haze hittin', got me talkin' to the goats
They noddin' their heads like they votin' for the smoke
Got my banjo tuned up, spittin' rhymes to the beat
It's that weed-wranglin' live, kickin' dust with my feet
Cold up, y'all, let's toke and take a break
This weed so strong it's got me talkin' to the ether
My overalls saggin', got a blunt in each hand
I'm the highest dang cowboy in this backwoods land
From the silo to the sky, we keep floatin' real high
Every pull of yee-haw sendin' smoke to the sky
Ain't no deputy stoppin' this green parade
Weed-wranglin' posse, yeah, we never gon' fade
My old lady Daisy, she's a stone-cold queen
Rollin' joints so tight, they're sharper than a guillotine
She said, "babe, this purple punch got me lovin' your drawl"
Let's spark it in the hayloft, make the barn cats crawl
Got my John Deere revvin', but I'm too stoned to drive
This kiddos got me thinkin' I'm a bee in the hive
The rooster's crowin' loud, but he's high as a kite
Caught him munchin' my stash in the coop last night
From the moonshine still to the trap house glow
I'm slinging rhymes and reeder keep the good vibe slow
Call me Bubba Blaze, I'm the king of the crop
Got the whole dang county lit, this party's don't stop
Weed-wranglin', hoedown, gettin' high in the sticks
Roll that green, spark it clean, it's the redneck remix
Blaze it up, raise it up, under stars in the moonlight
This that stoner country rap, y'all be feelin' that vibe
Weed-wranglin', hoedown, got the barn burnin' bright
Puffin' that homegrown, takin' off like a kite
From the cornfield to the creek, keep the vibe so legit
This that country hip-hop, y'all, we smokin' that shit
Got a gamstone live with the Solar stampede
These in this dead growth sucking on my finest weed
Yeah, oh