Bonfire lyrics

Artist  : Rehab 
Song : Bonfire



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Everybody gather 'round, cuz you know we'a fin'
to do this thang fo' reezy some ser'ous. Put
‘cha money in ya shoe and it won't get wet.
Come on. 

Here comes a man across the field, honey 

Here comes a man across the field, babe 

Here comes a man across the field, 

He's kicking up dust like an automobile 

Honey, oh, baby, mine 

Get it up, girl down in Daisy Dukes 

I want ya ass butt naked in a baby suit 

Gonna keep on drinking till the tummy puke 

Got a problem with that, well you can get the
boot 

Got shotgun pointed to the sky 

Got smoke in the eyes, and I'm surely high 

Waking, baking, till the noggin’ fry 

Naked, rolling round with a hog and I 

Take from the rich and I give to me 

One Escalade, two ecstacys 

Perform on hoes right next to me 

And I think I found serenity 

Back up that punk, it's mine again 

I jacked a truck of Heineken 

Looks like it's time for a line again 

And how about five Colonapins? 

And I start to grin and start to dance 

I'm speakin' in tongues, takin' off my pants

I'm blowing my whole hot damn advance 

And we ain't gonna stop till the ambulance 

Slow ride a hundred GMCs 

Hooked up Crown Vics with DVDs 

Got people down here you'll want to see 

Half say there cuz’s, say they're free


Start the bonfire 

Drop the tailgate 

Pass the Knob Creek

And we can drink it straight 

And if the fire keeps burning 

And the skies stay orange 

We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late 

Start the bonfire 

Drop the tailgate 

Pass the Knob Creek

And we can drink it straight 

And if the fire keeps burning 

And the skies stay orange 

We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late 

Better give me that bag of wacky tobacco 

Them cracker’s ain’t takin’
a damn thang 

Drinkin’ and smokin’,
stinkin’ and pokin’ 

Bangin’ these hoes, we profane 

Getting’ it up in the back of a truck 

With a bitty with tittys and shakin’ da
butt 

Call me retarded 

But that’s how we party 

But lordy, good almighty y’all 

Breakin’ it down like it ain’t been
done 

Straight jacked to the brain till I see the sun


You a punk motherfucker if you got a gun 

Leave that at home and just bring your lungs,
weed 

Pimp swiggin‘, shindiggin’, shit
kickin’, picknickin’ 

Brick dickin’, thick chickens and a
sicknin’ 

TMH? and smokin’ dope in the open, no
chokin’, no joke 

And I’m on a roll, and I’m
locin’, hopin’ to leave a jaw
broken 

Soakin’ in your blood, while I’m
strokin’ your ho in the wide open 

With my folks scopin’ 

That bastard’s crazy as hell! 

That’s how we do it down here in Georgia


It’s on like a moth when the
weather’s gorgeous 

Shit you N’street punks never seen on a TV
screen 

From radios to porches, to patios, let’s
torch it 

Some bitch, I pour gas on it 

Crunk?, Bet your ass on it! 

Start the bonfire 

Drop the tailgate 

Pass the Knob Creek

And we can drink it straight 

And if the fire keeps burning 

And the skies stay orange 

We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late 

Start the bonfire 

Drop the tailgate 

Pass the Knob Creek

And we can drink it straight 

And if the fire keeps burning 

And the skies stay orange 

We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late 

That’s why at 3:30 I’m
seein’ shit 

Screwin’ three or four broads like a trail
of piss 

Takin’ three or four rolls I ain’t
feelin’ shit 

Give me three or four mo’ ‘bout real
quick 

Ain’t nothin’ down here but
‘trailer crank’ 

Poor man with a meth lab and a bama? stank 

Man, y’all keep that dyin’ shit


Motherfucker do I look like I’m
tryin’ to quit? 

Moonshine in a Mason jar at noon-time,
trippin’ 

Beer is for the guzzelin’, this is for the
sippin’ 

When the Sun go down, it sho’ be goody
good 

In the dirty dirt, speakin’ dirty words


They might be scarred but them boys ain’t
skerd 

I don’t know if you heard, you
can’t polish a turd 

Yeah, my vision blurred, my speech a little
slurred 

But back off of me cracker ‘for your ass
get hurt 

“Oh my God! What are these blue
turtles?� 

“I don’t know dude, but every time I
wave my cigarette around I get the trails�


Start the bonfire 

Drop the tailgate 

Pass the Knob Creek

And we can drink it straight 

And if the fire keeps burning 

And the skies stay orange 

We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late 

Start the bonfire 

Drop the tailgate 

Pass the Knob Creek

And we can drink it straight 

And if the fire keeps burning 

And the skies stay orange 

We gon' be up in this motherfucker real late 

To the window, to the walls 

Feel the sweat runnin’ off my balls 

Till the shit runnin’ out yo’ draws


Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet 

Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet 

To the window, to the walls 

Feel the sweat runnin’ off my balls 

Till the shit runnin’ out yo’ draws


Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet 

Skeet, skeet motherfuckers, skeet, skeet