BAD – Hip-Hop Hick, Pt. 3

BAD – Hip-Hop Hick, Pt. 3 Lyrics

Artist: BAD
Song: Hip-Hop Hick, Pt. 3

〈verse 1: adam〉
We’re back for part 3, so whatcha gonna do?
Obama is in charge and i got the swine flu
Ain’t no other redneck as gangster as me

You got your m-16 and i got my bb’s
I went to buy a chevy truck the other day
Though my credit is shot, hey that’s okay
Cuz the economy needs me now, but what about when

I had to buy a yaris even though i wanted a benz
Couldn’t pay the car not til i wrecked the car
Used the money from the insurance and went to the bar
Now i got a tab that’s got a comma in the price

Now what the hell am i gonna tell my wife
Not to mention my girlfriend and my auntie too
And my sister won’t stop callin’ until we screw
Holy crap just took a turn for the worse

Man, i think it’s time i should end this verse
But before i go there’s one thing left to say
Two shakes is cool but three shakes you’re gay
Hip to the hop, yeah i know

I can buy wranglers that drop to the flo’
I don’t need a benz without hubcaps
I got liposuction cuz i was too dang fat
I’m country enough to date my dad’s check

But i’m gangsta enough to swallow my own dip
〈verse 2: buster〉
It’s 7 am in the morning on the farm
Time to get up, turn off the alarm

I brush my teeth with beer and crest
Put on my bling, my name on my chest
Then i go to nashville to buy my mp3s
Cuz no internet exists in the country

My neck may be red but my teeth are gold
And i like my women wrinkly and old
I got a new girlfriend, she is a “wow!”
Yeah, not many people get to date a cow

And yes she always moos by my side
Since i met her on pimp my hide
Know when you see us you are not trippin’
It’s a different game when i go cow tippin’

Hip to the hop, yeah i know
Party on part three and i’m the wacko
I like to go to the drive-thru
And order a burger and some chew

I’m country enough to drink milk til i’m sick
But i’m gangsta enough to be a rapping hick
〈verse 3: glenndizzle〉
My name is glenndizzle but call me “g”

You can point and laugh or just say “he-he”
You think i care but what will i wear
Overalls ripped when i sit down, i swear
Tell you about the thoughts that fill my head

Can you believe this gangsta want me dead?
I’m the hip-hop hick number 4 to you
From colorado so you know i’m a mountain man too
Prepare me the way, what will i do today?

Fill my pick-up truck full of hay
After that it’s the flea market we go
Whether rain, sleet, sunshine or snow
Or sometimes all four if we’re lucky

Thank god for that bronco named bucky
Hip to the hop, yeah i know
I can run track and eat taquitos
I don’t razors cuz i got my beard

Yesterday my truck ran over a deer
I’m country enough to name my dog slick
But i’m gangsta enough to be a rapping hickyou might also like
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Release Year: 2010