(Intro)
Yeah, we tailgate early, sun just peekin' through the pines, Blue and orange in the sky - you already know it's time.
From Lake City down to Gainesville every county in the state, When that swamp water's bubblin... you know the Gators don't wait.
(Hook)
We swamp-born, boots on, Gainesville lights come on,
Chomp strong, all night long, this is where the big boys roam.
Country roots with a rap-tone, Saturdays we get full-grown, If you ain't reppin' them Gators - better leave that field alone.
(Verse 1)
Pull up in a pickup, speakers thumpin' like a kickoff,
Gator flag flyin' and the whole crew never drift off.
Sunset lookin' like orange on blue - perfect fit,
Ben Hill rockin' so hard, man, the ground'll start to split.
QB slingin' heat like a Florida July, Receivers runnin' routes like they racin' down I-75.
Defense hittin' harder than a
Seminole heartbreak,
Every rival when they see the swamp know it’s too late
(Hook)
We swamp-born, boots on, Gainesville lights come on,
Chomp strong, all night long, this is where the big boys roam.
Country roots with a rap-tone, Saturdays we get full-grown, If you ain't reppin' them Gators - better leave that field alone.
(Verse 2)
Mud on the tires, but we clean on the score,
Hear the crowd roar louder than a hurricane storm.
Country boys with attitude, tailgate smoke in the breeze,
Gator Nation standin' strong - yeah, we drop 'em to their knees.
Got that pride runnin' deep like a river through the glades, Florida-born, Florida-raised, never scared of any stage.
When that chomp starts clappin' in a four-four beat,
Even country folks start rappin' when the Gators bring the heat
(Outro)
So here's to Saturdays, the swamp, and the crew,
Blue skies, blue jerseys, and that orange fire too.
If you ridin' with the Gators, throw your hand up high,
'Cause in Florida we don't just play -we electrify
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