Everybody gather 'round, cuz you know we'a fin' to do this thang fo' reezy some ser'ous. Put ‘cha money in ya shoe and it won't get wet. Come on. 
Here comes a man across the field, honey 
Here comes a man across the field, babe 
Here comes a man across the field, 
He's kicking up dust like an automobile 
Honey, oh, baby, mine 
Get it up, girl down in Daisy Dukes 
I want ya ass butt naked in a baby suit 
Gonna keep on drinking till the tummy puke 
Got a problem with that, well you can get the boot 
Got shotgun pointed to the sky 
Got smoke in the eyes, and I'm surely high 
Waking, baking, till the noggin’ fry 
Naked, rolling round with a hog and I 
Take from the rich and I give to me 
One Escalade, two ecstacys 
Perform on hoes right next to me 
And I think I found serenity 
Back up that punk, it's mine again 
I jacked a truck of Heineken 
Looks like it's time for a line again 
And how about five Colonapins? 
And I start to grin and start to dance 
I'm speakin' in tongues, takin' off my pants
I'm blowing my whole hot damn advance 
And we ain't gonna stop till the ambulance 
Slow ride a hundred GMCs 
Hooked up Crown Vics with DVDs 
Got people down here you'll want to see 
Half say there cuz’s, say they're free 
Start the bonfire 
Drop the tailgate 
Pass the Knob Creek
And we can drink it straight 
And if the fire keeps burning 
And the skies stay orange 
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late 
Start the bonfire 
Drop the tailgate 
Pass the Knob Creek
And we can drink it straight 
And if the fire keeps burning 
And the skies stay orange 
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late 
Better give me that bag of wacky tobacco 
Them cracker’s ain’t takin’ a damn thang 
Drinkin’ and smokin’, stinkin’ and pokin’ 
Bangin’ these hoes, we profane 
Getting’ it up in the back of a truck 
With a bitty with tittys and shakin’ da butt 
Call me retarded 
But that’s how we party 
But lordy, good almighty y’all 
Breakin’ it down like it ain’t been done 
Straight jacked to the brain till I see the sun 
You a punk motherfucker if you got a gun 
Leave that at home and just bring your lungs, weed 
Pimp swiggin‘, shindiggin’, shit kickin’, picknickin’ 
Brick dickin’, thick chickens and a sicknin’ 
TMH? and smokin’ dope in the open, no chokin’, no joke 
And I’m on a roll, and I’m locin’, hopin’ to leave a jaw broken 
Soakin’ in your blood, while I’m strokin’ your ho in the wide open 
With my folks scopin’ 
That bastard’s crazy as hell! 
That’s how we do it down here in Georgia 
It’s on like a moth when the weather’s gorgeous 
Shit you N’street punks never seen on a TV screen 
From radios to porches, to patios, let’s torch it 
Some bitch, I pour gas on it 
Crunk?, Bet your ass on it! 
Start the bonfire 
Drop the tailgate 
Pass the Knob Creek
And we can drink it straight 
And if the fire keeps burning 
And the skies stay orange 
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late 
Start the bonfire 
Drop the tailgate 
Pass the Knob Creek
And we can drink it straight 
And if the fire keeps burning 
And the skies stay orange 
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late 
That’s why at 3:30 I’m seein’ shit 
Screwin’ three or four broads like a trail of piss 
Takin’ three or four rolls I ain’t feelin’ shit 
Give me three or four mo’ ‘bout real quick 
Ain’t nothin’ down here but ‘trailer crank’ 
Poor man with a meth lab and a bama? stank 
Man, y’all keep that dyin’ shit 
Motherfucker do I look like I’m tryin’ to quit? 
Moonshine in a Mason jar at noon-time, trippin’ 
Beer is for the guzzelin’, this is for the sippin’ 
When the Sun go down, it sho’ be goody good 
In the dirty dirt, speakin’ dirty words 
They might be scarred but them boys ain’t skerd 
I don’t know if you heard, you can’t polish a turd 
Yeah, my vision blurred, my speech a little slurred 
But back off of me cracker ‘for your ass get hurt 
“Oh my God! What are these blue turtles?” 
“I don’t know dude, but every time I wave my cigarette around I get the trails” 
Start the bonfire 
Drop the tailgate 
Pass the Knob Creek
And we can drink it straight 
And if the fire keeps burning 
And the skies stay orange 
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late 
Start the bonfire 
Drop the tailgate 
Pass the Knob Creek
And we can drink it straight 
And if the fire keeps burning 
And the skies stay orange 
We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late 
To the window, to the walls 
Feel the sweat runnin’ off my balls 
Till the shit runnin’ out yo’ draws 
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet 
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet 
To the window, to the walls 
Feel the sweat runnin’ off my balls 
Till the shit runnin’ out yo’ draws 
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet 
Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet