You're a newcomer, you can't just barge in here and
Expect to change things, that's unheard of up here
Well, it's not unheard of where I come from
Here come the hicks, the hicks are comin'
Here come the hicks, the hicks are comin'
Here come the hicks, the hicks are comin'
Here come the hicks!
Oh, I'll be goddamned
I guess I'll be the hick representin' the Bamas
The brothers in fly mamma jamma's with the southern drawl
You soft
Come down with that frame of mind and get your - chopped off
We got hatchets, timbers, and sawmills for lumber
Mosquitoes in the summer, your girl - my cucumber
It's garden fresh, I pump that gas like I was a Hess
Look at those - comin' out the woods
It's the hicks that roll thick
Advancin' frame by frame like a motion picture flick
In the past, you took your star and roll in my parts
But don't come in these parts, yo, I'm callin' all my horses
Power leg to Betsy, the other to Ikey
Whipped both horses, now you split down the seams
And taken out back by a real hillbilly
Yo, the real - come off it
And many don't know where my country funk comes from
You need to check history, seems there's a mystery
So check this view from
Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch
The brother chew Redman tobacco and snuff from cognac
I reckon their gums must be rotten
Now you know, country - ain't all about pickin' cotton
Come on, get down, get down
Come on, get down, get down
Come on, get down, get down
Come on, get down, get down
This is a hoedown like 150 proof
Watch your back or I'll take a tooth
While we're moonshinin' and drinkin' corn liquor
If you drink some more, put some hair on that chest,
Because the vibe down here is real
Take you five miles south, you'll forget you're from the hood, deal
And many claim the South as bein' corny
But naw, don't send mail, send your girl because I'm horny
Like Gang Starr said, yo, I always respond
Word is bond, I come on and on
'Cause I'll stalk ya from a tree up below
And you could easily vanish if I was shot from my arrow
Who would know? I'll plant that ass and watch it grow
And there ain't no comin' back, this way, Pumas or afros
Give me a break, guy, one time on this
Here one-nine there, good buddy, come on
Now, any of you road dogs got your ears on out
There on that, uh, westbound I-40 there, come on
Who drunk y'all, the Kool-Aid? Yo, you must be out of your mind
Country Black folks don't drink no damn country time
What you thinkin'? We run the hills just like Davey Dickens
Rollin' in the grass, watchin' summer pass
Negro, please, down up on your knees and give me twenty
It don't make for good luck, but your girl gives me plenty
I had too much tit 'cause I know a brother
That'll chop your finger off and have it fried with some grits
Oh, howdy, partner, you call Judge Wapner for support
But this ain't no time for People's Court
Have you sittin' in a cauldron, water 'round your ball and
Some spare the rod, but some children need a scaldin'
So get your monkey -, know I'm accountable
By now, you know, you shoulda went to Fresno, whatever
Long gone and good riddance, don't come back
'Cause country hicks and Bamas don't be playin' that
Come on, get down, get down
Come on, get down, get down
Come on, get down, get down
Come on, get down, get down
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