Outback - Moonshine Bandits, Bubba Sparxxx, The Lacs

Everything we do

We do it out back,

Backyard half chared ribs on a rack

Back road running getting dirty on the track

Back woods gunnin

Hittin birdies by the pack

Everywhere we go

We go to the back,

Back yard bars servin jars full of batch

Back under the moon with the tailgate back

In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at

Outback where the forest is thick there’s a circle in the middle of field where

a bonfires lit cup full of shine copenhagen in my lip now I’m slippin sideways

probably wake up in a ditch so crank that music into the night and crack that

beer and raise it high stacked little blonde want a midnight ride take her back

to the country for a real good time

Everything we do

We do it out back,

Backyard half chared ribs on a rack

Back road running getting dirty on the track

Back woods gunnin

Hittin birdies by the pack

Everywhere we go

We go to the back,

Back yard bars servin jars full of batch

Back under the moon with the tailgate back

In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at

Got me steppin in manure everytime I spit shit feel like cash in the photo with

the bird getting flipped came from the bottom so they label me a Catfish world

wide better grab you an atlas bonfire lit like willie let’s smoke rack full of

ribs in a smoker full of oak blackberry brandy off back in a duck blind black

lab runnin got huntin in his blood line came from a back but I’m back in the

lead back like a rack full of fat double ds back with a barrel on a rack let me

squeeze back on the trigger hit her right between the knees back with a tow

strap I pull em real heavy ladies gettin dirty out back on the chevy dive bar

beauty queen bubba call em bettys pedal to the metal baby girl I’m ready

Everything we do

We do it out back,

Backyard half chared ribs on a rack

Back road running getting dirty on the track

Back woods gunnin

Hittin birdies by the pack

Everywhere we go

We go to the back,

Back yard bars servin jars full of batch

Back under the moon with the tailgate back

In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at

Tell em bout a burn pile hand on me and my hunny we can run a game of shoes we

can lose a little money might talk a little smack grab a sip of that jack bunch

of jacked up trucks all parked round back yeah get loose like ya do it up in

cali shine so smooth like ya crusin' in a caddy then we rolled us up a fatty

went around to the shed I had to back up off it it was buzzin my head

See I’m back in the mac I’m in the back with the lacs get on these bachelor

sacs now how hackers is that see I’m partyin to death with bacardi on my breath

I’m thinkin naughty to myself about this shawty on my left yeah we still out

back its the country outkast thinkin you can out rap yeah bitch I doubt that

meet us all out back and we’ll whoop that loud ass cause where bringin country

back quicker then a snap back

Everything we do

We do it out back,

Backyard half chared ribs on a rack

Back road running getting dirty on the track

Back woods gunnin

Hittin birdies by the pack

Everywhere we go

We go to the back,

Back yard bars servin jars full of batch

Back under the moon with the tailgate back

In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at

Everything we do

We do it out back,

Backyard half chared ribs on a rack

Back road running getting dirty on the track

Back woods gunnin

Hittin birdies by the pack

Everywhere we go

We go to the back,

Back yard bars servin jars full of batch

Back under the moon with the tailgate back

In the back of the saloon where the jukebox at