Don′t know How hard you fight Breaking your back everyday Turning that wrench Just trying to get paid 'Round here, this is where it′s called home Dirt roads where the black top ends Friday night for all of your friends Some call it low class White trash, tell 'em all they can kiss your ass (He said y'all can kiss his ass) They don′t know how hard you fight Giving hell at the first sign of morning burning all through the night They don′t know this is the place Go on words shaking hands, making deals everyday Face to face (Lincolnton, Gaston, where you at? Come on) This is called home 85 north 321 24's where the party′s begun 3 red lights and baby you'll find me Running from the law on 150 I′m pulling up in the 3 series Pocket full of swishers and a bag of weed If you want a good time come see me Holiday inn room 303 (Aye who is it, it's TY) They don′t know how hard you fight Giving hell at the first sign of morning burning all through the night They don't know this is the place Go on words shaking hands, making deals everyday Face to face (Dallas, Mooresville) This is called home This the place I call home Stanley sticks I'm homegrown Only place I′ve ever known Killing ′em softly like that Fuji song I'm gonna tell ya why I′m here In the backseat just drinking a beer My mind's moving fast Never moving slow Reppin' North Carolina Petey Pablo Fish and Friday night Under Friday night lights Girls at the lake house looking damn right I always love it when my girl rock the fitted It′s all about the nookie, limp bizkit If only we could fly, where would we go Far away and stay the same place who knows Fly me to the Moon and then back again Carolina Panthers keep pounding They don't know how hard you fight Giving hell at the first sign of morning burning all through the night They don′t know that this is the place Go on words shaking hands, making deals everyday Face to face (Charlotte, Mt. Holly) This is called home