Yeah

Baby welcome to Connecticut (yeah)

That early colonial settlement (yeah)There′s sweat stains on the sediment

Tatted my chest so I'm never forgettin′ it

Yeah we got murder and violence in hoods

And million dollar mansions in the woods

I'm from the middle

Somewhere between lots and a little

I had to hustle for the goods

I know the value of havin' a few dollars

But know my way around a fun time

Drinkin and poppin′ my blue collar (yeah)

But buckle down when it be crunch time

Still call it home

I ain′t moved out (yeah)

Just leveled up and got a new house (yeah)

Watching Netflix on a new couch (yeah)

Been a rocky road but now it smoothed out

Sayin' who dis from a new phone

In the same state in a new zone (yeah)

Same old Webby with a new tone

In the same soil where my roots grown

Listen in the burbs I′m an idol

And shit I'm honored of having the title (yeah yeah)

People smile and wave all times of day

And all of my neighbors recycle

Yeah they all love when they see me

Pullin′ up with my lil' fluffy Cheweenie

And got a chick in my passenger rubbin′ my lap

Like she tryin' to summon a genie

I'm comin′ from CT and I will never turn my back

Puttin′ this whole state on the map

If I ain't travelin′ I don't drop a pin

′Cause y'all know right where I′m at

Bow

A little outside of the great big city

Baby that's where I roam

I be blowin' trees up and down CT

′Cause there just ain′t no place like home

And I got a whole lotta booze in my bottle

Chillin' laid back in my zone

Still the best in the burbs

When I flex with the words

Someone pass me that microphone

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Baby welcome to Connecticut (yeah)

That early colonial settlement

Got me the ring

Assembled the fellowship

And my team goin′ hard until we gettin' it

We might be lesser known up on the microphone (true)

But no you do not want to bang out (nah)

Be careful if you choose to ride alone

When them Huskies runnin′ with the fangs out

Those winters toughened up our character (yeah)

So trust me you really don't want it

We′re ruder than most of America

But if you ask me I call it honest (yeah)

And if you suck on that stage up at Toad's place? (What?)

We'll boo you right out of the show

We can′t help it′s our nature to be a hater

We don't like you we gon′ let you know

Yeah we the Northeast make it clear

There ain't no Southern Hospitality here

We ain′t got no time for the fake smiles

You ain't shit to me if you ain′t real

I'm from the burb side

Whippin' and swerve by

Got it mapped out with a X on it like my shirt size (yeah)

Shit I turn tides you just turnin′ the channel

I be that Suburban Commando

Every motherfuckin′ day I be hustlin'

Lightnin′ bolt ends when I'm burnin′ the candle

But shit this the life I chose and I will be

One of the greatest even if it kills me

Was the best in the burbs in 2010

Ten years later and I still be

What

A little outside of the great big city

Baby that's where I roam

I be blowin′ trees up and down CT

'Cause there just ain't no place like home

And I got a whole lotta booze in my bottle

Chillin′ laid back in my zone

Still the best in the burbs

When I flex with the words

Someone pass me that microphone

Pass me that microphone, pass me that microphone

Pass me that microphone, pass me that microphone

Pass me that microphone, pass me that microphone