Lacs – Field Party Lyrics (feat. Jj Lawhorn)

We in the spot that the cops can’t find. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. We got Harleys over here,
Mud trucks over there,
Red necks and hill billys bout every damn where. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. Hit em up and get em up and tell this whole damn town. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. Show you where to make shine at as long as y’all don’t tattle. It’s goin down,
Field party style. It’s goin down,
It’s goin down,
Field party style. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. It’s goin down field party style. It’s goin down field party style. Party around that bonfire,
Horseshoes and corn hoe,
Roped off with barbed wire. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. We got them tailgates down and the shots goin round. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. Rebel red bikini tops,
Man you know you want it. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. Rippin up them dirt roads,
Stirrin up them cattle. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. So crank up them eighteens as loud as they can get. Got the grilled fired up,
Cookin every kind of meat. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. Here it’s goin down,
Down field party style. Bout thirty miles from anything,
The law ain’t hearin shit. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. It’s goin down. It’s goin down field party style. Jj Lawhorn)
You damn right,
It’s Friday night. We’re just some good ole boys and girls about to get wild. It’s goin down. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. We in the spot that the cops can’t find. We got the freaks in bikinis headed down to the creek. We got the bonfire blowin,
The crowd is steady growin,
Five thousand plus will be here before you know it. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. It’s goin down field party style. Meet me in the pasture back in the pines. You damn right,
It’s Friday night. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. Bad broads with tanned legs,
Raised up on cornbread. Got big kegs and chub beers. It’s goin down. Dancin with them daisy dukes,
All they do is turn heads. Tell your mom and old man,
They can bring the whole nine. Y’all get drunk and show out,
Cut lose and go out. All we need is a field and we’ll turn the party out. Grab the Busch and the Budd Light. Let’s get it crunk and do it right,
We gon crank it all night. Fire up the smoke,
Grab that old guitar. It’s goin down. They drinkin on that hunch punch,
Fore long they start to flaunt it. LACSField Party Lyrics (feat. Come one,
Come all,
That’s how we do it in the south. Turn up the Jones turn up the Jaw.