Lenny Cooper - Keep It So Country (Official Video)
- 7 years ago
Lenny Cooper - Keep It So Country (feat. Young Gunner) official music video. From the new album Dirtified.
Get the song now:
http://smarturl.it/dirtified
Lenny Cooper Official Website:
http://lennycoopermusic.com
Lenny Cooper on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LennyCooperMusic
Lenny Cooper on Twitter:
https://twitter.com/LennyCooper44
**CHORUS:**
We keep it so country,
You probably hate it.
We ridin' so high
You might think we’re crazy.
Moonshine sippin’, trucks are so lifted.
You go against us, you better come with it.
See us ridin' high, got ya like woah.
Truck jacked up with the beer ice cold.
Yeah we rollin' coal, our tires lookin’ swole.
Creep up to the hole, then it’s time to lock and load.
**VERSE 1:**
Pure country to my last breath,
Yeah you know I keep it fresh.
Chevrolet knows how to flex
I make them turn heads til’ they breakin’ necks.
I’m turned up, no turn down,
All smiles, no frowns.
Mud digger, this the king here.
You know me, I hold it down.
I run these woods, I run this town.
Never try me, you better back down.
Check the status, check my background.
I’m Mr. Duramax, blowin’ black clouds.
Keep it 100, comin’ straight from the jar.
I’m on fire call me methanol.
Me and Young Gunner, we ride tall.
You need them rednecks, we them ones to call.
Overall, we know how to ball,
Lock them hubs, we know how to crawl.
12 point buck, 300 jars,
Pull the trigger and watch 'em fall.
Yeah that’s right I’m a redneck dude,
Battle-tested, try to true (?)
With a MDM, yeah that’s my crew,
Givin’ back to people, that’s what we do.
**CHORUS:**
We keep it so country,
You probably hate it.
We ridin' so high
You might think we’re crazy.
Moonshine sippin’, trucks are so lifted.
You go against us, you better go with it.
See us ridin' high, got ya like woah.
Truck jacked up with the beer ice cold.
Yeah we rollin' coal, our tires lookin’ swole.
Creep up to the hole, then it’s time to lock and load.
**VERSE 2:**
When it’s time to hit the hole, man we turn up.
Smoke got us lookin’ like we burned up.
Shit gets real, we lock them hubs.
Turn up the bass like we in the club.
Buddy ride with me, like grab me a beer,
But I re-re-really want to taste the clear.
So I’m turning up jars while switching gears.
You can call me a ?
That-that’s right, been sippin’ on shine.
With a trunk-bend full of some fine wine-dine
Playin’ in the mud way back in the pines
Have a little fun while we waste some time.
With a 808 thumpin’, rednecks jumpin’.
Get real crunk, turn nothin’ into somethin’.
Ain’t nothin’ better than a good time muddin’
Truck like a train, just chug-a-luggin’.
Come on out, where the rednecks drunk
Sling up some mud and get real crunk
Need (?) to make some jars on the old tree stump,
You know we keep it country like bubblegum.
Yeah that’s right, I’m a redneck dude
Comin’ through town with my (?)
With a ? cartel, yeah that’s my crew.
Raise hell, sling mud, that’s what we do.
**CHORUS:**
We keep it so country,
You probably hate it.
We ridin' so high
You might think we’re crazy.
Moonshine sippin’, trucks are so lifted.
You go against us, you better go with it.
See us ridin' high, got ya like woah.
Truck jacked up with the beer ice cold.
Yeah we rollin' coal, our tires lookin’ swole.
Creep up to the hole, then it’s time to lock and load.
Get the song now:
http://smarturl.it/dirtified
Lenny Cooper Official Website:
http://lennycoopermusic.com
Lenny Cooper on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LennyCooperMusic
Lenny Cooper on Twitter:
https://twitter.com/LennyCooper44
**CHORUS:**
We keep it so country,
You probably hate it.
We ridin' so high
You might think we’re crazy.
Moonshine sippin’, trucks are so lifted.
You go against us, you better come with it.
See us ridin' high, got ya like woah.
Truck jacked up with the beer ice cold.
Yeah we rollin' coal, our tires lookin’ swole.
Creep up to the hole, then it’s time to lock and load.
**VERSE 1:**
Pure country to my last breath,
Yeah you know I keep it fresh.
Chevrolet knows how to flex
I make them turn heads til’ they breakin’ necks.
I’m turned up, no turn down,
All smiles, no frowns.
Mud digger, this the king here.
You know me, I hold it down.
I run these woods, I run this town.
Never try me, you better back down.
Check the status, check my background.
I’m Mr. Duramax, blowin’ black clouds.
Keep it 100, comin’ straight from the jar.
I’m on fire call me methanol.
Me and Young Gunner, we ride tall.
You need them rednecks, we them ones to call.
Overall, we know how to ball,
Lock them hubs, we know how to crawl.
12 point buck, 300 jars,
Pull the trigger and watch 'em fall.
Yeah that’s right I’m a redneck dude,
Battle-tested, try to true (?)
With a MDM, yeah that’s my crew,
Givin’ back to people, that’s what we do.
**CHORUS:**
We keep it so country,
You probably hate it.
We ridin' so high
You might think we’re crazy.
Moonshine sippin’, trucks are so lifted.
You go against us, you better go with it.
See us ridin' high, got ya like woah.
Truck jacked up with the beer ice cold.
Yeah we rollin' coal, our tires lookin’ swole.
Creep up to the hole, then it’s time to lock and load.
**VERSE 2:**
When it’s time to hit the hole, man we turn up.
Smoke got us lookin’ like we burned up.
Shit gets real, we lock them hubs.
Turn up the bass like we in the club.
Buddy ride with me, like grab me a beer,
But I re-re-really want to taste the clear.
So I’m turning up jars while switching gears.
You can call me a ?
That-that’s right, been sippin’ on shine.
With a trunk-bend full of some fine wine-dine
Playin’ in the mud way back in the pines
Have a little fun while we waste some time.
With a 808 thumpin’, rednecks jumpin’.
Get real crunk, turn nothin’ into somethin’.
Ain’t nothin’ better than a good time muddin’
Truck like a train, just chug-a-luggin’.
Come on out, where the rednecks drunk
Sling up some mud and get real crunk
Need (?) to make some jars on the old tree stump,
You know we keep it country like bubblegum.
Yeah that’s right, I’m a redneck dude
Comin’ through town with my (?)
With a ? cartel, yeah that’s my crew.
Raise hell, sling mud, that’s what we do.
**CHORUS:**
We keep it so country,
You probably hate it.
We ridin' so high
You might think we’re crazy.
Moonshine sippin’, trucks are so lifted.
You go against us, you better go with it.
See us ridin' high, got ya like woah.
Truck jacked up with the beer ice cold.
Yeah we rollin' coal, our tires lookin’ swole.
Creep up to the hole, then it’s time to lock and load.