The Lacs Follow

[x2:]
Big black cloud coming from the smoke stack [x3].
Push the gas haull ass an make em all get back.

Cups in the sky everytime I ride by.
All the girls wanna ride,
Go ahead and climb inside.
Black cloud,
Rollin coal,
Go on tear up them dirty roads.
Yeah I keep a dirty girl but Lord ain't she pretty though? Duck blind seats and gun racks and all that.
Fifty-four inch nittos 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].
Push the gas haul ass an make em all get back

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].
Push the gas haul ass an make em all get back

Big chrome tips comin out the side.
Let em fire when I'm at the red light.
Big trucks,
Bad broads,
Say damn.
Chillin with your windows down,
Blowin in your sedan.
Got a truck jacked up,
Call it big black berry smoke.
And the wood on the console is white cherry oak.
20 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].
Push the gas haul ass an make em all get back