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They talk way too muchSpend music way to littleAnd what they usually play ain't really all that greatWhat's up DJ?Seems all you play each and everydayWhen I turn it onIt's the same old songNobody wants to hearWell I'm a product of the Bocefus generationNow what they call countryReally gets me aggravatedWell it's a factTo many acts with a big contractCan't sing a noteThat song they wroteAin't music to my earsI miss old Johnny CashWhen I'm in the car these days'Cause when I turn on the radioIt makes me, make me wanna sayHell noLetras de cancionesTurn it offCome onHell noSounds badWho sings that song?Back to backThey play it all day longBring back the days of Conway TwittyWhen singers were goodAnd songs were countryHe's got a '64 plush lime green ImpalaHe's got a big pimp daddy attitudeHe's got a gold tooth grillAnd some spinning wheelsThat he had to stealIt's the boomiestIt's the bassiestAnd those baggy pants are weirdHe's a product of the Snoop Dog generationI've never seen a white boyYou've so much activate himWell my ears are shot'Cause I bet he's got a hundred thousand wattsAnd a dozen amps'Cause it breaks my lampsEach time he drives by hereI shout out from the houseKeep it down I'm tryin' to sleepThen he pops in Dr. DreAs he flips a bird at meHell noTurn it offCome onHell noSounds badWho the heck sings that song?The kid next doorHe plays it all night longFeels just like I'm livin' in rap cityIt's way to loud for this here hillbillyYeah, yeahAm I tired of doin' these parodiesOf Toby, Kenny, Montgomery, Gentry?Hell, hell, hell noHell noTurn it offCome onHell noSounds badWho sings that song?Back to backThey play it all day longSomethin's wrong here in Music cityEverything it sounds so shhHell noTurn it offCome onHell noSounds badWho the heck sings that song?Back to backThey play it all day longBring back the days of Conway TwittyWhen singers were goodAnd songs were countryYou got that right From Letras Mania