Hick Hop Thang (feat. Jawga Boyz)

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 (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 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