Sippin'

Sippin on shine blowin on smoke livin life right chillin with my folks Kickin up dust getting side ways country folks like us we gone be straight Sippin on shine blowin on smoke livin life right chillin with my folks Kickin up dust getting side ways country folks like us we gone be straight Rowdy in the sticks of the L.B.C drinkin on the weekend B.Y.O.B The fire aint the only thang blazin neither Some of that homegrown buzz ya like my stereo speakers All of my kinfolk even my nana an nem passin the jar like the Collection plate at NEW ELAM you know the dealio 100 proof is what we on and we aint gonna stop until The police or the morning comes Somebody testify if youre feelin damn good Say it loud so that it is understood We aint the rowdiest but it aint even passed 9 Somebody pass me that jar Sippin on shine blowin on smoke livin life right chillin with my folks Kickin up dust getting side ways country folks like us we gone be straight Sippin on shine blowin on smoke livin life right chillin with my folks Kickin up dust getting side ways country folks like us we gone be straight Whip out my six string and I play an old song Like folsom prison and im probably gonna play it wrong That's ok though ill blame it on the alcohol Now that my music hittin I wanna celebrate with all yall We sippin shine to hell with drankin that beer Kickin it with the kings sippin that clear round here We aint the rowdiest but it aint even passed 9 Somebody pass me that jar Sippin on shine blowin on smoke livin life right chillin with my folks Kickin up dust getting side ways country folks like us we gone be straight Sippin on shine blowin on smoke livin life right chillin with my folks Kickin up dust getting side ways country folks like us we gone be straight