[Chorus: LOCASH]

I got my kicks and the chicks and the DJ mix turned up (Turned up) to eleven (Eleven)

Yeah the speaker's gonna thump the parties gonna jump on up (On up) to eleven (Eleven)

I'm already tipsy somebody get me one more shot of that redneck whiskey

I'll be floatin' like a cloud almost touchin' heaven

On eleven

[Verse 1: Demun Jones]

Boys and girls gather around

We 'bout to show you how real country folk get down

Let's take it straight past ten to a whole new level

Add a notch on that dial and crank it up to eleven

Now I'm a little overdressed but life is a show

I got LOCASH with me now everybody knows

It's time to board a flight come on let's go

If all night ain't enough then it's on for tomorrow

[Chorus: LOCASH]

I got my kicks and the chicks and the DJ mix turned up (Turned up) to eleven (Eleven)

Yeah the speaker's gonna thump the parties gonna jump on up (On up) to eleven (Eleven)

I'm already tipsy somebody get me one more shot of that redneck whiskey

I'll be floatin' like a cloud almost touchin' heaven

On eleven

[Verse 2: Demun Jones]

Now we can dance while intoxicated, it's okay

If that's what you need to take the worries away

We gotta take it over the top, a place you ain't been

A place up and away and beyond ten

And that was all the way up and then we showed up

Now we keep it on eleven that's crunk deluxe

So wear somethin' comfy this may take a bit

Until the wheels fall off we got that dance floor lit

[Chorus: LOCASH & Bubba Sparxxx]

I got my kicks and the chicks and the DJ mix turned up (Turned up) to eleven (Eleven)

Yeah the speaker's gonna thump the parties gonna jump on up (On up) to eleven (Eleven)

I'm already tipsy somebody get me one more shot of that redneck whiskey (Know you weren't gonna forget about me!)

I'll be floatin' like a cloud almost touchin' heaven (Now it's a party, baby, let's do this)

On eleven

[Verse 3: Bubba Sparxx]

Bubba K, Demun Jones, and LOCASH equals more cash

We get it so fast and to think they said it won't last

Country boy rap is just crap I mean soul trash

You don't know we winnin' my friend you better go ask

Go ask your mama, go ask your daddy

Come ask your baby she's ridin' high in the Chevy

Eleven feet high, volume on a level

We raisin' too much hell someone call the reverend

[Chorus: LOCASH]

I got my kicks and the chicks and the DJ mix turned up (Turned up) to eleven (Eleven)

Yeah the speaker's gonna thump the parties gonna jump on up (On up) to eleven (Eleven)

I'm already tipsy somebody get me one more shot of that redneck whiskey

I'll be floatin' like a cloud almost touchin' heaven

On eleven