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Lyrics
Steppinâ out the Chevy, speakers bout to blow
Georgia sun blazing, gold teeth set to glow
Kickinâ up red clay, boots on the blacktop
Bandâs in the alley, let that brass never stop
Crowd moves in waves when the drumline cracks
Lights flashinâ low, everybodyâs got my back
Whistles in the air, hawkâs eye on the prize
We bring that dirty south, let the bass baptize
Brass hits hard, let the thunder shake the ground
Heavy trunk rattlinâ, we the baddest in the town
Raise your hands high, shout it out, donât stop
Down south born and bred, we forever on top
Marchinâ in the moonlight, twang in every word
Beats weighinâ heavy, like a flock of steel birds
Sippinâ sweet tea with a little bit of bite
Horns blare defiance, we gonâ own the night
Crowd moves in waves when the drumline cracks
Lights flashinâ low, everybodyâs got my back
Whistles in the air, hawkâs eye on the prize
We bring that dirty south, let the bass baptize
Brass hits hard, let the thunder shake the ground
Heavy trunk rattlinâ, we the baddest in the town
Raise your hands high, shout it out, donât stop
Down south born and bred, we forever on top
City to the swamp, we march in full swing
Heart of a rebel, every victory we sing
Chains on my boots and a chip on my shoulder
In the heat of the night, only legends get bolder
Brass hits hard, let the thunder shake the ground
Heavy trunk rattlinâ, we the baddest in the town
Raise your hands high, shout it out, donât stop
Down south born and bred, we forever on topBlow out the speaker, let âem hear it for miles
South stays dirty, and thatâs just our style
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