I got my Stanley full of bucked up urban
There ain't a single trail when I ride down
That I ain't swervin' and I feel so alive
When I'm flyin' through the night (that's how we-, that's how we do it)
Around here
We got nothin' but love
For every one of us out here that are covered in mud
So alive when we're flyin' through the night (yeah, yeah)
Stay ridin' dirty (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Lift 'em up the sky high, whistlin' when we fly by
Stay ridin' dirty (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Dirty-dirty ride, ride, down south to the West side
I'm dirty 'round Jones County, you should come see me
Bring it on down if you 'bout to, oh, you better believe me
Them greyhounds gettin' rowdy, it's where you wanna be
If you'd like to get loud, then we got what you need
Them Southern boys proud strong, and we 'bout to get lit
And crank this crazy-ass crowd, now you'll never forget
Yea-yeah, we the kings of the county, mobbin' through the streets
And we built so much steam, ain't no stoppin' the ship (yeah)
Stay ridin' dirty (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Lift 'em up the sky high, whistlin' when we fly by
Stay ridin' dirty (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Dirty-dirty ride, ride, down south to the West side
Pismo clam is mud to the sand, 5th wheel Chevy in a Can-Am
Mug bog momma make it (clap-clap) when he on that Yamaha (brap-brap)
Out here we high like a lodgepole pine, chokin' on smoke like kudzu vine
Ziploc backstrap, homemade shine, shit more potent than turpentine
Whiskey pistol, diesel whistle
Built for a drop like tri-tip grizzle
Runnin' and gunnin' and we up all night
Like a cattle hauler rollin' down I-5
Stay ridin' dirty (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Lift 'em up the sky high, whistlin' when we fly by
Stay ridin' dirty (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Dirty-dirty ride, ride, down south to the West side
