Letras:
Classic Country

: She was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts She said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars So if I ever got too hungry for

monetary inflation That brought us all to the footsteps of this nation Peruvians, Haitians, Ecuadorians, Nicaraguans, Colombians, Salvadorians They call us terrorists after they ruined our countries

and your my Masseuse Mama-say mama-say ma-ma-coo-sah Lost in this Plastic life, Let's Break out of this fake ass Party Turn this in to a Classic Night

: (feat. Three 6 Mafia) [Intro: DJ Paul] Hypnotize Minds, UGK! Three 6 Mafia, another classic baby Put some South in your mouth It's goin down, what

talk, I think yo future boss batter up Now cough, and let you know caprice classic on these hoes Ver big shows tell her best be on they toes Five country

the A-T-L get on 85 South and travel Sixty miles to Legrange, but watch yo' chrome off on that gravel Then mount your horse and saddle 'cause you in the country

She was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts Said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars So if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase

the government deciding who's our faviorite nation you know it aint them hations or anybody we call terrorist, even if the world hate americans our foreign policy destroy they country

Tyme, put down a few songs Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong Then hit the streets with a big ass bang Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country