Music Monday: Darius Rucker – Southern Style and Nelly – Hot In Herre
Music Monday is a meme that was created by Drew from The Tattooed Book Geek. You pick a song and/or video and share it on Monday.
The song and video I am sharing today is:
Darius Rucker – Southern Style and Nelly – Hot In Herre
Ok, I’ve mentioned before that I became obsessed with the Masked Singer the past couple of months and now that it’s over a big congrats to the Monster, T-Pain who won the show. You’ re probably wondering though why my choices if mentioning T-Pain, well I’m not familiar with his music so I’m playing couple of the wrong guesses I heard mentioned that I just knew weren’t right I’d heard them so often. And with temps still dropping to single digit lows here both songs stick with my “warm” theme.
Lyrics:
Sun kissed hair and not much makeup
High-heeled boots that lace up
Two first names that came from
Her grandmas on both sides
She ain’t ever read much Faulkner
But she could’ve been his daughter
She grew up on muddy water
Southern style
High-heeled boots that lace up
Two first names that came from
Her grandmas on both sides
She ain’t ever read much Faulkner
But she could’ve been his daughter
She grew up on muddy water
Southern style
Southern style, free and easy
Southern style, warm and breezy
If you met her, man believe me
You’d want her to stay a while
She says, she don’t believe in strangers
Only sinners with a savior
‘Cause her mom and daddy raised her
Southern style
Southern style, warm and breezy
If you met her, man believe me
You’d want her to stay a while
She says, she don’t believe in strangers
Only sinners with a savior
‘Cause her mom and daddy raised her
Southern style
She’s a Friday night light lover
A Billy Graham fan like her mother
Wants her daddy and both brothers
To walk her down the aisle
She loves oysters raw for dinner
Lil Wayne and Lynyrd Skynyrd
Keeps her tan lines in the winter
Southern style
A Billy Graham fan like her mother
Wants her daddy and both brothers
To walk her down the aisle
She loves oysters raw for dinner
Lil Wayne and Lynyrd Skynyrd
Keeps her tan lines in the winter
Southern style
Southern style, free and easy
Southern style, warm and breezy
If you met her, man believe me
You’d want her to stay a while
Says, she don’t believe in strangers
Only sinners with a savior
‘Cause her mom and daddy raised her
Southern style
Southern style, warm and breezy
If you met her, man believe me
You’d want her to stay a while
Says, she don’t believe in strangers
Only sinners with a savior
‘Cause her mom and daddy raised her
Southern style
Southern style, free and easy
Southern style, warm and breezy
If you met her, man believe me
You’d want her to stay a while
She says, she don’t believe in strangers
Only sinners with a savior
‘Cause her mom and daddy raised her
Southern style
Southern style, warm and breezy
If you met her, man believe me
You’d want her to stay a while
She says, she don’t believe in strangers
Only sinners with a savior
‘Cause her mom and daddy raised her
Southern style
You can love her, you can hate her
But you’re never going to change her
If you want her then you’ll take her
Southern style
But you’re never going to change her
If you want her then you’ll take her
Southern style
Southern style
Southern style
Southern style
Southern style
Southern style
Songwriters: Tim James / Darius C. Rucker / Rivers Rutherford
Southern Style lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Lyrics:
Hot in, so hot in here! So hot in, hot, oh!
With a little bit of, uh uh, and a little bit of, uh uh
Just a little bit of, just a little bit of
Just a little bit of, just a little bit of
With a little bit of, uh uh, and a little bit of, uh uh
Just a little bit of, just a little bit of
Just a little bit of, just a little bit of
I was like, good gracious, ass is bodacious
Flirtacious, tryin’ to show patience
I’m waitin’ for the right time to shoot my steez (you know)
Waitin’ for the right time to flash them keys, then uh
I’m leavin’, please believe in, ohh
Me and the rest of my heathens
Check it, got it locked at the top of the Fo’ Seasons
Penthouse, roof top, birds I’m feedin’
No deceivin’, nuttin’ up my sleeve and
No teasin’, I need you to
Get up up on the dance floor
Give that man what he askin’ for
‘Cause I feel like bustin’ loose
And I feel like touchin’ you, uh uh
And can’t nobody stop the juice
So baby tell me what’s the use? I said
Flirtacious, tryin’ to show patience
I’m waitin’ for the right time to shoot my steez (you know)
Waitin’ for the right time to flash them keys, then uh
I’m leavin’, please believe in, ohh
Me and the rest of my heathens
Check it, got it locked at the top of the Fo’ Seasons
Penthouse, roof top, birds I’m feedin’
No deceivin’, nuttin’ up my sleeve and
No teasin’, I need you to
Get up up on the dance floor
Give that man what he askin’ for
‘Cause I feel like bustin’ loose
And I feel like touchin’ you, uh uh
And can’t nobody stop the juice
So baby tell me what’s the use? I said
It’s gettin’ hot in herre (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
It’s gettin’ hot in herre (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
I am, gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
It’s gettin’ hot in herre (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
Uh, uh, uh, let it hang all out
Why you at the bar if you ain’t poppin’ the bottles? (c’mon)
What good is all the fame if you ain’t fuckin’ the models
I see you drivin’, sports cars, ain’t hittin’ the throttle
And I’ll be down to do a hundred, top down and goggles
Got off the freeway, exit 106 and parked it
Ash tray, flip gate, time to spark it
Gucci collar for dollar, got out and walked it
I spit game ’cause baby I can’t talk it
Warm, sweatin’, it’s hot up in this joint
Vokal tanktop, on at this point
You with a winner so baby you can’t lose
I got secrets can’t leave Cancun
So take it off like you’re home alone
You know dance in front your mirror while you’re on the phone
Checkin’ your reflection and tellin’ your best friend
Like “Girl I think my butt gettin big!”
What good is all the fame if you ain’t fuckin’ the models
I see you drivin’, sports cars, ain’t hittin’ the throttle
And I’ll be down to do a hundred, top down and goggles
Got off the freeway, exit 106 and parked it
Ash tray, flip gate, time to spark it
Gucci collar for dollar, got out and walked it
I spit game ’cause baby I can’t talk it
Warm, sweatin’, it’s hot up in this joint
Vokal tanktop, on at this point
You with a winner so baby you can’t lose
I got secrets can’t leave Cancun
So take it off like you’re home alone
You know dance in front your mirror while you’re on the phone
Checkin’ your reflection and tellin’ your best friend
Like “Girl I think my butt gettin big!”
It’s gettin’ hot in herre (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
It’s gettin’ hot in herre (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
I am, gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
It’s gettin’ hot in herre (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
Uh, uh, uh, let it hang all out
Mix a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
Give a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Let it hang all out)
With a little bit of ah, ah
And a sprinkle of that ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
I like it when ya ah, ah
Girl, baby make it ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
Give a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Let it hang all out)
With a little bit of ah, ah
And a sprinkle of that ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
I like it when ya ah, ah
Girl, baby make it ah, ah
Stop pacin’, time wastin’
I gotta a friend with a pole in the basement (what?)
I’m just kidding like Jason (oh)
Unless you gon’ do it
Extra, extra, eh, spread the news (check it)
Nelly took a trip from the Lou’ to the Neptunes
Came back with somethin’ thicker than fittin’ in Sasoons
Say she got a thing about cuttin’ in restrooms, ohh
I gotta a friend with a pole in the basement (what?)
I’m just kidding like Jason (oh)
Unless you gon’ do it
Extra, extra, eh, spread the news (check it)
Nelly took a trip from the Lou’ to the Neptunes
Came back with somethin’ thicker than fittin’ in Sasoons
Say she got a thing about cuttin’ in restrooms, ohh
It’s gettin’ hot in here (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
It’s gettin’ hot in here (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am , gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
I am, gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
It’s gettin’ hot in here (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am , gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
Uh, uh, uh, let it hang all out
It’s gettin hot in herre (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
It’s gettin’ hot in herre (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
I am, gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
It’s gettin’ hot in herre (so hot), so take off all your clothes
I am, gettin’ so hot, I wanna take my clothes off
Let it hang all out
Mix a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
Give a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Let it hang all out)
With a little bit of ah, ah
And a sprinkle of that ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
I like it when ya ah, ah
Girl, baby make it ah, ah, ohh
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
Give a little bit of ah, ah
With a little bit of ah, ah
(Let it hang all out)
With a little bit of ah, ah
And a sprinkle of that ah, ah
(Let it just fall out)
I like it when ya ah, ah
Girl, baby make it ah, ah, ohh
Songwriters: Charles L. Brown / Pharrell L Williams / Cornell Haynes
Hot in Herre lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Swing T Publishing, Inc
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I am a big Darius Rucker fan and enjoyed that one, but Nelly, not so much. 😁
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Nelly seems to have duets with everyone so I do know his voice well if not a lot of his solo work.
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