rad14701 wrote: ↑Sun Aug 15, 2010 1:07 pm
... As for Rapp, I just don't get it...
Just for you Rad
(Verse 1)
Yo, I'm out here in the woods, distillin' my shine,
Copper pot still, baby, all homemade design,
Makin' that moonshine, like my grandpappy taught,
A wicked good cut, every drop we've bought.
Boilin' the mash, gettin' that alcohol steam,
A taste so smooth, it's like a gangsta's dream,
Corn, sugar, water, mixin' up the potion,
A family tradition, showin' love and devotion.
(Chorus)
Moonshine gangsta, brewin' up a storm,
Copper pot still, keepin' the tradition warm,
Wicked good cuts, sippin' that clear,
Home distillin' life, we're the ones you fear.
(Verse 2)
Temperature's risin', heatin' up the game,
Separatin' heads and tails, ain't nothin' the same,
Ain't no middle man, we're the real deal,
Makin' that money, we don't even need to steal.
Cuttin' hearts and makin' that shine so pure,
A taste so good, you'll keep comin' back for more,
Copper coils, liquid gold flowin' out,
Holler in the hills, that's what we're all about.
(Bridge)
Late nights, early mornin's, we workin' the grind,
Moonlight shinin', nothin' else on our mind,
Whiskey on our lips, feelin' that southern pride,
Home distillin' life, it's a wild, wild ride.
(Chorus)
Moonshine gangsta, brewin' up a storm,
Copper pot still, keepin' the tradition warm,
Wicked good cuts, sippin' that clear,
Home distillin' life, we're the ones you fear.
(Outro)
So raise your glass, toast to our legacy,
Keepin' it gangsta, home distillin' family,
Copper pot stills, wicked good cuts we make,
Moonshine gangsta, it's a life we'll never forsake.