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Classic Country

that this country Has made around the world and as you look around The world today, you see this country spurned You see backs turned on this country

you These preachers ain't doin' they job, so travel to Cape Cod Buy a thousand sheets of acid and distribute It witcho' album, no doubt that'll be a classic

LaGrange, it's in my veins I'm mixin' beam with coke and [Incomprehensible] And every time it's still just the same I tend to aim towards spittin thangs, it's classical

than Circuit City [Chorus - 2x] [Afficial] Afficial we the Reebok boys, call us a classic And rap slowly up on the block, gun and a package I leave the country

On Em Swang On Em) We Ride We Ride 22s Or Betta We We Ride We Ride 22s Or Betta [Bun B:] Now If You Come Down To This Dirty South Betta Watch Yo Ears Cause Country

ain't playin' witcha We on the grind in Georgia All the time, it ain't Nothin' on my mind but Georgia We ain't playin' witcha Country name, country

a street nigga rider till the end Know from state to state as maniac Mack 10 Now who you know push a Bentley with tattoo's galore Bust with classic ???

I am everything to everyone and I won't go away at the point of a gun all of this in one man i am rock 'n roll i am classical, country and soul i am the

] Next If it's hip-hop, if it's bebop, reggaeton, of the metronome In your car, in your dorm, nice and warm whatever form If it's classical, country