Down South - down south

(- You’re a newcomer, you can’t just barge in here

And expect to change things, that’s unheard of

— 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 hiiiicks

Oh I’ll be goddamned

I guess I be the hick representin the bamas

The brothas and fly mama jamas

With the southern drawl (you soft)

Come down with that frame of mind and get those chopped off

We got hatchets, timbers and sawmills for lumber

Mosquitos in the summer, your girl my cucumber

It’s garden fresh, I pump that gas like I was at 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 (?) in my parts

But don’t come in these parts, yo, I’m callin on my horses

Tie one leg to Betsy, the other to Ikey

Whip both horses, now you’re split down the seams

And taken out back by a real hillbilly

Yo, the 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 chewed redman tabacco and snuff from Kodiak

I reckon their gums must be rotten

Now you know country ain’t all about pickin cotton

This is a hoedown like 150 proof

Watch your back while I take a toot

While we’re moonshinin and drinkin corn liquor

If you drink some more, it put some hair on that chest

Because the vibe down here is real

Take you five miles out, you forget that from-the-hood deal

And many claim the south is bein corny

But nah don’t send mail, send your girl because I’m horny

Like Gang Starr said — Yo, I’ll always respond

Word is bond, I come on and on

Cause I’ll stalk ya from a tree or below

And you could easily vanish by a shot from my arrow

Who would know, I’ll plant that ass and watch it grow

And there ain’t no comin back like suede Pumas or afros

Who drunk all the Kool-Aid?

Yo, you must be out of your mind

Country black folks don’t drink no damn Country Thyme

What you thinkin, we run the hills just like David Dinkins

Rollin the grass, watchin summer pass

Neighbor please, down upon your knees and gimme 20

It could make for good love but your girl gives me plenty

I had too much tits

Cause I know a brother that’ll chop your finger off and have it fried with some

grits

Oh howdy partner, you called Judge Wapner for support

But this ain’t no time for People’s Court

As you’re sittin in a cauldron, water 'round you boilin

Some are spared the rod but some children needed scoldin

So get yo monkey (?) I’m a cannibal, but now you know

You shoulda went to Fresno

Whatever, long gone and good rid’s, don’t come back

Cause country hicks and bamas don’t be playin that