Hick Hop Thang - Tennessee Shine, Jawga Boyz

First you need a 808

Mix a little mandolin with the guitar and some bass

Let them high hats run and then release with a snare

And a sick kick drum then 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' krunk 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

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

Sand baggin' after shows fan braggin'

Everybody tryin' 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 admitin' 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