Lyrics:

[ESG:]
Just 'cause we live in the country
Doesn't mean that we slow.

Chorus [ESG]:
Hey, hey, Country Life
Southern strife.
What gives you the damn right to come pointin' fingers down at me?
My life is so slow.

1st Verse [ESG]:
I live that C O
The U N
The T to the R to the Y
The E to the S to the G be screamin' Southside 'til' I die.
See I ride with Carlos or should I say the SPM?
A 6 3, high, 2 D's, I almost cracked my damn rims
I swang bang, I do my thing
Mary Jane be in my brain
Codeine in the cup, got 20's on the truck
Hold up! Country Life, we got horses chickens
But our chickens transform into ounces in the kitchen
I ain't snitchin' I'm spittin' on what we do in Southern life
Candy cars, ghetto stars be sippin' Ball all night
2 dice, swangin' bangin' doin' my thing all night
I paid the price to have my teeth filled with ice
Look twice you might get blinded by the way my diamonds glisten
E S G's who I be, boy I'm country like chitlins
cornbread, I'm gone fed, Kenny Red ain't no joke
A Last Resort like Papa Roach
Pass the sweet let's smoke
'Cause uh...

Chorus [ESG]: [x2]
Country Life
Southern strife.
What gives you the damn right to come pointin' fingers down at me?
My life is so slow.

2nd Verse [ESG]:
Got to keep on truckin' baby 'til the end 'cause we got to make it through
You see I know these K K K's, they on my trail, they searched my room
Country Life ain't all what it seems
some of y'all think it's a muthafuckin' dream
But I got many problems on my mind
My weed tolerance is down I can't get high
Besides that, it's hot as hell outside
The temperature keeps on risin'
I ain't got A/C in my ride
I don't abide
I ain't the one, I ain't the dumb
Country man that you really think I am
Country Life.

Chorus [ESG]: [x2]
Country Life
Southern strife.
What gives you the damn right to come pointin' fingers down at me?
My life is so slow.

3rd Verse [South Park Mexican]:
I'm the country pumpkin, comin' out the South uh
Rascal like Spanky Bash is Alfalfa
Pull it up out'cha, ki's in my couch uh
8 in my fam, I don't give a damn about ya
Yowza, yowza I sleep with the cows uh
Rattlesnakes crickets in my overall trousers
Got my own stable, own record label
Sittin' on the table, eatin' steak potatoes
Sip sippin' on syrup, pickin' your girl up
Take her to my trailer she make my toes curl up
Silence them boys when they see my toys
My Dooley, on 22 inch chrome alloy's
Got a bourbon that I stretched to fit 24 people
Call me Chico with security that look like Deebo
I used to hang in clubs sellin' tapes in the restrooms
Now I float in the boat with 6 bedrooms.

Chorus [ESG]: [x2]
Country Life
Southern strife.
What gives you the damn right to come pointin' fingers down at me?
My life is so slow.