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Ain't got no money But we still get by Don't ask no questions You won't hear no lies We do things the hard way 'Cuz that's all we know Barely make it through life Without much to show If it weren't for low class We wouldn't have no class at all We know the ins and outs Of the county jail Got out a hundred times But we never made bail Some call us outlaws Some call us saints There's a lot that we are And a lot that we ain't We're the boys straight out the woods your mom warned you about We're a pistol-grippin' whiskey-sippin' right in this lil' town We'll bust our ass for a little cash, and when we fight we brawl If it weren't for low class Wouldn't have no class at all SongtexteWe like our women And we like 'em hot When we smoke our peace pipes Gets us deep in thought When we get to thinkin' We smile and we call If it weren't for low class We wouldn't have no class at all We're the boys straight out the woods your mom warned you about We're a pistol-grippin' whiskey-sippin' right in this lil' town We'll bust our ass for a little cash, and when we fight we brawl If it weren't for low class Wouldn't have no class at all So-called sophisticated people are never gonna understand They'll find they're out a-raisin' hell and gettin' mad outta hand You know we got no class at all You know we got no class at all You know we got no class at all You know we got no class at all You know we got no class at all We got no class at all We're the boys straight out the woods your mom warned you about We're a pistol-grippin' whiskey-sippin' right in this lil' town We'll bust our ass for a little cash, and when we fight we brawl If it weren't for low class Wouldn't have no class at all We got no class at all all all all Skiddity bop boom boom bang Aus Songtexte Mania