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Somebody just told me that country music gotta hold a hip hop
And everybody who want a piece of the rap game
Suddenly got on the radio looking for hit spots
So you put LL Cool J on a new wave with this dude, Brad Paisley, in a search for loopholes
And keep crazin', who knows, maybe the soup tastes even better than before it did
But if you're foreign to this
Dope game of big trucks meets 808s and 360s, then fake it, good luck
Hell if I had a magic wand I'd put a boat on the river for you
Welcome to the mainstream and big bucks, now paddle on
Paddle on the babylon, rattle on snake
Get a wreck in the babylon and travel on 'til it breaks the living and tag along
Musical bag of bones, better learn how to swim
This shit got deep but you ain't got a word about a hick like me
Kill a mic so I had to change my ways and my Dixie flag was plain to see
Brotherhood, motherhood, that is in the South, better get a hold of this culture
Gotta be proud to be country
Don't be a country vulture, slow American bullshit
Better get me mine off the top, I'm reppin' Alabama, Tennessee, GA all day
Motherfuckin' now let the beat drop
I'm proud of my promise, popas, and all of my partners
We grew up in the bottom, bottom
Way down in the countryside of things (yeah)
Way down in the countryside of things (alright, alright, alright)
Good people wanna have a good time
The South's got enough problems, we just flipped a bottle's to bottom
Way down in the countryside of things (yeah)
Way down in the countryside of things (alright, alright
This shit hit that outlaw, hip hop
Gasolined out, southern rock from the east side of Music City House
Raised on skill of them Bocs
What up, Strug? What up, Slums? What up, Dubs?
We all showin' love 'til they let you come home
And we all make toasts, gon' get this highway
Miss shit on, and so many false idols
All thrones, all singing that same old song
About the country roots and the cowboy boots
Don't none of this shit feel true