uh) When you do those things to me (uh) Dont let nothing stop you mo-oo-ove Ring the alarm The club is jumping now so get up (Verse 2) I said Ciara's on your radio
groovy with a style it's a cultural thing from all country wide it's a musical flag and we call it europop always europop : europop from the tv sets to the radio
the city shoulder Can't get no work, I can't get a job I just sit and play my radio in the parking lot Well they're breaking down doors in foreign countries
of the Never Miss Home of the platinum hits I'm a Southern Girl (Southern Girl) Countryfied Everything I eat is fried Got a Southern drawl I'm so country
everything . . . This was our last hit single . . . it was really a bummer, they wouldn't even play it on the radio . . . Oh, well, gotta come up with
Tango hats either, no bandana headdress, no TV's in the headrest Who would be a big mess, trust me Drew it, without rap I'd be saying this here in country
, better wear a vest man, yo boy, dough boy, brought down to no boy, neva been a hoe boy, know to rock the show boy, dough boy, glow boy, lover boy, pretty boy, city boy, country
gicci ain't with it, sex and the city way I handle my women Ya think it's crest school 09'so icey boys, baby blast da radio like ll Gucci I'm crazy like
mountains, growing like a breeze Country roads, take me home To the place I belong West Virginia, Mountain Mama Take me home, country roads All my
spoke for us all, spoke for us all I saw loaded linen tables And a motherless colt then it was gone I saw hungry brothers waiting With the radio on, radio
outta town, aint nobody around Im in the back seat breakin it down My love has been a past week dawg lately I found Our press made us turn the radio
the move five, six, seven, eight get into the groove I am the number one Make me feel good Drive my crazy Turn me on, man Jovanotti for president Everybody around the country
and run through the red lights Yeah where you wanna go baby name the town We can go up north or head down south Roll down the windows with the radios
across the country One night as I was driving through to Mexico I had the windows wide open It was cold and I was crying And I later laid on the radio
, slash and when I trash I bash I get ill I chill but u don't know the half I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick I'm nothin but a funky country