of my truck bed as I was gettin' buzzed on suds Out on some back country road, we were flying high Fine as wine, having ourselves a big and rich time
I've got a crack in my windshield I know exactly how it feels It's comin' apart the hard way It gets a little more shattered each day Oh, I'm breakin
Well I was raised by the good book Learned to work hard everyday thought that if you can't say something good there's nothing good to say and I caught
Big & Rich, Wyclef Jean There goes the neighborhood Please man, don't call the police, man Why can we just be friends And try to get along? I don't
Baby, don't you know I'm a real soul shaker Baby, don't you know I'm gonna set your world on fire Gonna take you so high, we'll be tearin' a hole in
It's complicated when love has faded And you can't hold on anymore You gotta let go even though you know Your heart's gonna hate it And it just might
down by the camp fire There in the dark night, we'll smoke the peace pipe Forget about who's wrong or right, hey yaw, hey yaw Yeah, it was a big showdown
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE a?? HAAAAW I'm a rockstar I'm a Cowboy Everybody loves this song I'm a rockstar I'm a Cowboy Everybody sing along I'm a
Sometimes I get crazy and it makes a big scene But when I hit twenty one I wanna stand up and scream I'm filthy rich with laughter, I'm too big for the
[Chorus - Big & Rich] Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin' Well he ain't broke yet but he's sho' nuff bendin' Well he ain't broke yet but
He was a fast machine, he kept his motor clean He was the best kinda man I had ever seen He had those singles eyes tellin' me no lies An' knockin' me
s funny, I don't care who you are! Hey, enjoy this song by Cowboy Troy, a good buddy of mine! Git-R-Done! By God, Troy, GIT-R-DONE! [Big & Rich] YEE
Sometimes whiskey, sometimes pills Silly things I need to get my thrills Sometimes women are like cocaine Got to have 'em more and more everyday Yeah
See your mama and the candles and the tears and roses I see your daddy walk his daughter down the aisle And my knees start to tremble as I tell the preacher
'm still fly Got a quarter tank gas in my new E-class But that's alright 'cause I'm gon' ride Got everything in my moma's name But I'm hood rich, da,
fam But quarter ki's make G's that's all I know All I know, all I know A hit of crack frock could get ya fucked up A ki of coke could get you rich but
Ladies and gentlemen, see it's like Hello, hello, hello Hello, hello See baby Hello, hello, hello Hello, hello Now, I been trying to fuck with you since
chicks I'm full of the white trying to down this bitch Slow it down, hold it up, get back to your class Act your age lil mamma stop shaking your ass Big