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
 
 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