Country Shit (Remix) Big K.R.I.T. (Ft. Bun B & Ludacris)

[Intro: Ludacris]
I've been waiting to tell them about this country shit
I'ma learn ya! You ready? Luda!

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Let me tell you about these old-school Chevys, Cadillacs, SS Impalas
If you smoking then we got more sacks than Troy Polamalu
Your partners want some quarters, my partners want some keys
In Atlanta we get that paper, can you haters say "cheese"?
10,000 watt amps, 6 15-inch kickers
My truck bumpin' like injecting ass-shots, like a stripper
No insurance on these whips, tags all outdated
I might not be shit to you, but my momma thinks I made it
We gon' ball 'til we fall or this Conjure get us wasted
And I never drink that white, all my women think I'm racist
On that brown with the twist, tell these hoes to reminisce
That my name is Ludacris and I'm like "bitch!"

[Hook: Big KRIT]
Let me tell you bout this super fly, dirty dirty, third coast
Muddy water, shawty pop that pussy if ya wanna
Let me tell you bout this, old school, pourin' lean
Candied yams and collard greens, pocket fulla stones riding clean
Let me tell you bout this country shit, country country shit
Let me tell you bout this country shit, country country shit
Let me tell you bout this country shit, country country shit
Let me tell you bout this country shit, country country shit
Country country shit