Off-Road Goodie Mob

[Intro]
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[Chorus: Together & CeeLo Green]
We going off-road (Yigh yigh yigh!)
Going to do a little sasquatch hunting
Watch him start running when the pumps start dumpin' (Yeah)
Off-road (Yigh yigh yigh!)
Tell a few stories while we sitting by the fire (Eh)
Go back to the city with some mud on the tires

[Verse 1: Cee-Lo Green]
Southern slur in my words, up early with the birds
Lil' mama over the pot, I just sit back and watch
Her special seasoning, that’s it, a lil' cheese in the grit
I’m a lil' older, I admit, but that ain't no reason to quit
I go off road with the RaRa, chopper sound like Chewbacca
Slide to Brunswick, have some fun with them two boys, guess who shot ya
In the woods, no Wi-Fi, buck and you go, "Bye bye"
And my battle cry go, "Yigh-yigh-yigh-yigh!"
Get money!

[Verse 2: Big Gipp]
Curses my verses, folks die behind lies
Southern pride when I slide, skyline pink when I ride
Water hose in my jeans, no shoes in the sun
Houseboats in the lake, jet-skis in the water
CBD Sunday drive, we flyin' and swervin'
Offroad Suburban, that pecan bourbon
I don't give a hot damn, them chitlins in the pot
We smokin' that foot, we sittin' on the porch