Chorus) You want it heavy Well now God Damn I wiegh a ton You know that I am A ton of fun You know you want a piece of me
A piece of me - a piece of my Home is on the road I like to roll then I take it Home where the clay is red like my neck down in Dixie Well I'm a talkin' to you now hey hey My pockets are lined they are full of pay day With every move I make you know the South is risin' Say you want it heavy now Hell Yea! Hell Yea!
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A piece of my freedom First taste of freedom gets you high Then you crave more freedom I got more attitude than your money can buy Now I'm talkin' to you now hey hey Are you ready to rumble I'm a may-lay Fuck all the rules I never call before I dig When I come around my friends say "Hey Big"
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I don't give a damn about your haircut I don't give a damn about your "in" thang I walk a mile in my own pair of boots Do you think I give a God Damn what you think Hell No