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Hick Hop Thang
Tennessee Shine
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Jawga Boyz
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First, you need a 808
Mix a little mandolin with the guitar and some bass
Let them hi-hats run and then lace with a snare
And a sick kick drum and you're almost there
All you need now, the hardest part
The most important ingredient in this mixed up art
A country boy with a rap flow like a river
Someone that's good with his rhymes and knows how to deliver
That magic, lyrics sound so automatic
The way I'm choppin' up words like a grammatical hatchet
I'm an addict, baby, I'm addicted to music and
Just like a drug I get turned up when I use it
Let me introduce you to beast mode
Pullin' this trigger 'til it's empty then I reload
Gettin' crunk but it ain't champagne in the glass
Here, let me let the man explain it to your ass
It's a little George Strait, it's a little T-Pain
It's a little 2Pac, chillin' on a front porch swing
It's a little Biggie Smalls, with a Garth Brooks twang
It ain't rap, it ain't country
It's a hick-hop thang
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(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
It's your boy D. Thrash, yeah
They say a redneck shouldn't try to rap
But some of you folks should wake up from your nap
'Cause we've been in the sticks out here kickin' the door in
Long before this hick-hop was a trend
And now you got folks tryin' to jump from the bandwagon
Sandbaggin' after shows fan braggin'
Everybody tryna to come up with a cool name
But we know it's still a hick-hop thang
It's a little George Strait, it's a little T-Pain
It's a little 2Pac, chillin' on a front porch swing
It's a little Biggie Smalls, with a Garth Brooks twang
It ain't rap, it ain't country
It's a hick-hop thang
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Yeah, we keep it bumpin' in the sticks
We're some hicks with a love for hip-hop
We loud in the woods stereos and big blocks
A lot of folks around my way they love and they hate it
But I was stayin' up too late and rappin' and workin' on my cadence
From a snotty nose youngin and strummin' started hummin' verses
Nervous on the surface right-hander with a purpose
Verdict caught up and addicted to the rhythm and the flow
And never could I think about livin' out of the country though
And mix a little Conway Twitty and then some Biggie
Strum a little Diddy gritty lyrics but they always witty
Pretty city boys admittin' that these country boys are flowin'
And yeah, we mix it all in this hip-hop potion
Now these folks drinkin' it up, we syncin' it up
This rappin' country on the rise and we bringin' it up
And while I'm sellin' this rebellion, now they thinkin' I'm a felon
So when they ask me to explain the kind of music I do I tell 'em
It's a little George Strait, it's a little T-Pain
It's a little 2Pac, chillin' on a front porch swing
It's a little Biggie Smalls, with a Garth Brooks twang
It ain't rap, it ain't country
It's a hick-hop thang
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