Origineel
[Intro: Upchurch]
Creek Squad
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Aww yeah
Let the BandPlay
[Chorus: Upchurch]
Lynyrd Skynyrd jammin’ black and tan, ridin’ in the back (You know it)
Skin I’m out here huntin’ for the folks who wanna test my ass
What you know about them white boys from the creek? (What you know?)
Wh-wh-what you know about them white boys from the creek?
[Verse 1: Upchurch]
All I, all I know is ain’t nobody playin’ on these little tiny roads
And all I know is we are family, always ready to unload
Nobody really reps that kind of people on the famous scale
Until I came out rippin’ bars with skins on them transparent bale
Rockin’ farmers tans like that shit is goin’ back in style
Gettin’ tipsy on Boone’s Farm and lightin’ fuckin’ fields on fire
I be burnin’ everything into a ring of fire for real
I grew it all from muddy water, Mr. what’s a record deal?
Mr. all I know is work, all y’all sounds like y’all wear skirts
Go ahead an put these high heels on and show me how to twerk
I got the callouses on my hands but ladies love a country boy
Speakers ‘bout to blow up in this rusted ass old Tonka Toy
[Chorus: Upchurch]
Lynyrd Skynyrd jammin’ black and tan, ridin’ in the back
Skin I’m out here huntin’ for the folks who wanna test my ass
What you know about them white boys from the creek?
Wh-wh-what you know about them white boys from the creek?
Yeah
Lynyrd Skynyrd jammin’ black and tan, ridin’ in the back
Skin I’m out here huntin’ for the folks who wanna test my ass
What you know about them white boys from the creek?
Wh-wh-what you know about them white boys from the creek?
Yeah
[Verse 2: EmzyG]
You know I’m from the creek where them Hollarboys be
We ain’t got no time for talk and we ain’t got no time for sleep
Bitch we out here tryna get it every day of the week
And we pistol packin’, let me catch you slippin’ and you gon’ get your ass kicked
Ridin’ in the brand new blackened Razor screamin’ fuck a hater
All I know is work and countin’ paper, guess I’ll see you later
If you tryna fuck with Pond Creek bitch rest in peace
Anybody from the county know that we don’t give a shit
Moonshine poppin’ Jager bottles like there’s no tomorrow
Chillin’ in the hollar, poppin’ collars, tryna catch a dollar
Wake up every mornin’ thankin’ God that my ends on me
Catch me out in Cheatham County where they call me EmzyG
[Chorus: Upchurch]
Lynyrd Skynyrd jammin’ black and tan, ridin’ in the back
Skin I’m out here huntin’ for the folks who wanna test my ass
What you know about them white boys from the creek?
Wh-wh-what you know about them white boys from the creek?
Yeah
Lynyrd Skynyrd jammin’ black and tan, ridin’ in the back
Skin I’m out here huntin’ for the folks who wanna test my ass
What you know about them white boys from the creek?
Wh-wh-what you know about them white boys from the creek?
Yeah
Vertaling
[Intro: Upchurch]
Creek Squad
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Aww yeah
Let the BandPlay
[Refrein: Upchurch]
Lynyrd Skynyrd jammin’ black and tan, ridin’ in the back (You know it)
Skin I’m out here huntin’ for the folks who wanna test my ass
What you know about them white boys from the creek? (Wat je weet?)
Wh-wh-wat weet je over die blanke jongens van de kreek?
[Verse 1: Upchurch]
Alles wat ik, alles wat ik weet is dat er niemand speelt op deze kleine weggetjes
En alles wat ik weet is dat we familie zijn, altijd klaar om te lossen
Nobody really reps that kind of people on the famous scale
Until I came out rippin’ bars with skins on them transparent bale
Rockin’ farmers tans like that shit is goin’ back in style
Gettin’ tipsy on Boone’s Farm and lightin’ fuckin’ fields on fire
Ik verbrand alles in een ring van vuur, echt waar
Ik groeide het allemaal op uit modderig water, Mr. wat is een platencontract?
Meneer, alles wat ik weet is werk, al jullie klinken alsof jullie rokken dragen
Ga je gang en doe deze hoge hakken aan en laat me zien hoe je moet twerken
Ik heb eelt op mijn handen maar dames houden van een plattelandsjongen
Speakers ‘bout to blow up in this rusted ass old Tonka Toy
[Refrein: Upchurch]
Lynyrd Skynyrd jammin’ black and tan, ridin’ in the back
Skin I’m out here huntin’ for the folks who wanna test my ass
What you know about them white boys from the creek?
Wh-wh-wat weet je over die blanke jongens van de kreek?
Ja.
Lynyrd Skynyrd jammin’ black and tan, ridin’ in the back
Skin I’m out here huntin’ for the folks who wanna test my ass
What you know about them white boys from the creek?
Wh-wh-wat weet je over die blanke jongens van de kreek?
Yeah
[Verse 2: EmzyG]
Je weet dat ik van de kreek kom waar de Hollarboys zijn.
We hebben geen tijd om te praten en we hebben geen tijd om te slapen.
Bitch we proberen het hier elke dag van de week te krijgen
And we pistol packin’, let me catch you slippin’ and you gon’ll get your ass kicked
Rijdend in de gloednieuwe zwarte Razor screamin’ fuck een hater
Alles wat ik weet is werk en papier tellen, ik zie je later
Als je probeert te fucken met Pond Creek bitch rust in vrede.
Iedereen uit de buurt weet dat het ons niets kan schelen.
Moonshine poppin’ Jager bottles like there’s no tomorrow
Chillin’ in the hollar, poppin’ collars, tryna catch a dollar
Wakker worden elke morgen, God dankend dat mijn einde op mij zit.
Vang me op in Cheatham County waar ze me EmzyG noemen
[Chorus: Upchurch]
Lynyrd Skynyrd jammin’ black and tan, ridin’ in the back
Skin I’m out here huntin’ for the folks who wanna test my ass
What you know about them white boys from the creek?
Wh-wh-wat weet je over die blanke jongens van de kreek?
Yeah
Lynyrd Skynyrd jammin’ black and tan, ridin’ in the back
Skin I’m out here huntin’ for the folks who wanna test my ass
What you know about them white boys from the creek?
Wh-wh-wat weet je over die blanke jongens van de kreek?
Yeah