Hank Williams Jr - Young Country lyrics

Uh huh

You know where I'm taking this

I'm taking it right there

They leave no choice

[Verse One]

Uh, uh, uh she said she was a model for a year and a half

and if she took here pins out,

then her hair would drop down to her calf

I knew a man, he was just up north

and would've got left up north

but he was the chef up north

anyway I'm K I double

all I do is get dough, spit flows, try to stay out of trouble

if you ready we could move, just lose your man

or hit the dance floor, I'll show you how to do my dance

I might let you play in the garden,

or stood up in that white thing and listen to the greatest of Marvin

and the state got six locations

take so long to get to the front once I missed probation

and I hate to brag

I know ya man really wouldn't like the Beretta but he hate the Mag

and yeah here go a blank check, rock yourself out

but in the mean time girl go knock yourself out

[Chorus]

Are you model of month (knock yourself out)

Wanna let ya hair down (knock yourself out)

Are you ready to move (knock yourself out)

Wanna sit in the coupe (knock yourself out)

Wanna keep on dancin (knock yourself out)

Wanna run in my mansion (knock yourself out)

Sit in V.I.P. (knock yourself out)

Bitch you just wanna be seen (knock yourself out)

[Verse Two]

Now you can knock yourself out like you boxing yourself

or you can get real freaky start popping yourself

and my watch got so many rocks, when you look at the time

it's soughta like you watchin yourself uh

front if you want, I puff a few blunts

and take a cruise in a Porsche wit the trunk in the front

she had jock open draw sandals

told her I been the coupe

blew her mind when she couldn't find the door handles

I had to do very high maintence, check this out ma

I'm running out of my patience

Don't sleep wit me, and don't speak wit me

And neva talk bad bout niggas that eat wit me

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

Ay yo, Honey know I'm waitin to leave

keep dancin, cuz I like how that ass shake in the capris

I'm like BIG wit the murder mamis up in Belize

but I'll still fuck a chickenhead like lil' cease

I don't care if they model, but they all gone chill

first nigga cook base on the Foreman grill

and you might win some, you just lost one

Kiss miseducates' em like Lauryn Hill

[Chorus] - (Fades)