[x2:]
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack [x3].
Put the gas hole in make em all smokey.
Cups in the sky everytime I ride by.
All the girls wanna ride,
Go ahead and climb inside.
Black cloud,
Rollin cold,
Go on tear up them dirty roads.
Yeah I keep a dirty girl but Lord ain't she pretty though?
Cup blind seats and gun racks and all that.
Forty-four inch metals and the rims is all black.
And them doggies in the back,
With them black tall stacks.
If that ain't a redneck then what do you call that?
[x2:]
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack [x3].
Put the gas hole in make em all smokey.
Fire it up,
Hotbox,
Snoop Dog this parking lot.
So hard,
Supercharge,
Them old folks gon call the cops.
Wear it out,
Raise hell,
Them good ole boys say hell yeah.
Cool with my rednecks but I don't drive no fuel flex.
Rollin coldin blowin smoke and duramax powerstroke.
Buddy wanna ride that frieght train but you can't this my show.
The view is gonna get you girl,
Leave but you can't now.
She came round got lost up in the black cloud.
[x2:]
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack [x3].
Put the gas hole in make em all smokey.
Big chrome tips comin out the side.
Let em fire when I'm at the red light.
Big cups,
Bad broads,
Say damn.
Chillin with your windows down,
Blowin in your sedan.
Got a truck jacked up,
Call it big black smoke.
And the wood on the console is white cherry oak.
Hundred broads in the bed but I can carry em though.
Bumpin David Allen Coe up on my stereo.
[x2:]
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack [x3].
Put the gas hole in make em all smokey.
compositores: BAILEY SCOTT, BRIAN KING, JARED RYAN SCIULLO, JUSTIN N. SPILLNER, ROBERT CLAYTON SHARPE
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