Lyrics: Troy Neilson
Music: Jorun Bombay
Yeehawwwwww...
We gonn have ourselves a barn raisin of a good time of a shindig y'all
With the ladies and the drinks and the fellas and the barnyard animals
Yeah.
I love my flip-flops almost as much as Rich Terfry
Wouldn't trade this hick hop for an oriental stirfry
Cause I was raised on baked potatoes, burgers, and fresh tomatoes
And now I crave a lotta topped mozza chicken enchilada,
Maybe with a little side plate of guacamole, holy!
No wait I hate that stuff. So you called my bluff,
Mentally sitting in the buff. Acting so defly tuff
And as if that weren't enough. Yeah I got it kinda ruff
Cause I was born and raised in the back neck of the woods.
Called it my very own little redneck sorta hood
In the forest is where I spent the most of my days
Hat, sweats, and a hachet - Bob Cratchit fashion faze
Well this is where flip meets flop
The chick meets cock...
A doodle doo,
And who would knew
That this is where rap meets rock
The hick meets hop. aww yeahhhhh
I'm swangin' this hick hop
Slick like a flip-flop
Cause we slip-n-slide
On our John Deere ride
This here's an anthem for the sticks
For all 'em redneck hicks
Brought hot like a wood fire
Making y'all perspire wit this satire
Man what in the frig's a satire
Imma throw this danged CD in the quagmire.
Cause this music ain't shit...
it's shitty shit shit... fit for a swampy bog pit
Now you can take the chick out the sticks
But y'all can't take the hick out the chick
And y'all know that a hick chick craves the ...
She learns the tricks and her slip-drip-drop makes me hick hop
Yeah I'm stealing from Above.
But it's not a push, nor a shove.
Cause at the mention of my moniker
I honor ya with my respect
An Atlantic Canadian dialect
And I elect
To see you as a friend
A trend that might someday bring war & hate to an end.
Well this is where flip meets flop
The chick meets cock...
A doodle doo,
And who would knew
That this is where rap meets rock
The hick meets hop. aww yeahhhhh
Well this is where flip meets flop
The chick meets cock...
A doodle doo,
And who would knew
That this is where rap meets rock
The hick meets hop. aww yeahhhhh
Now it's time I be honest as beyond us there lies truth y'all
I was born and grown in a raised trailer fifty feet tall.
We had all the fixins, mixin' trailer with cement
Garage, porch, basement and a shack without a dent
By the age of 9, rewind, my father gave onto me
My very own 3 HP, slow snow-blowing machine
How I used loathe the road the days when it would snow
Worse than an elder orderly, our drive took 2 hours to blow
Lotsa socks on my feet, shivering under the sheet, no electric heat
Like the little caboose that could, we would heat our house with a stove
Now I disclose, my mom sows clothes like written prose
Still the time arose when into town we done did had to drove.
My first car was an 84 Ford full size van
A hand me down on par, ain't no tinted mini-van.
Bench seats for nine persons and it sure guzzled the gas
It's state worsened but still somehow inspections got passed.
Well this is where flip meets flop
The chick meets cock...
A doodle doo,
And who would knew
That this is where rap meets rock
The hick meets hop. aww yeahhhhh
Well this is where flip meets flop
The chick meets cock...
A doodle doo,
And who would knew
That this is where rap meets rock
The hick meets hop. aww yeahhhhh
We drove on a chip seal road
I used to have to cut, split & pile wood by the cord every summer.
That was a bummer
We only had 3 TV channels coming from an antenna
I used to hear screams from a fox
A bear once tore apart our garbage box.
I seen moose, deer, porcupine and skunk in my backyard
But none were as annoying as that damn woodpecker
I had a sand box that the cats used to shit in.
And I built underground snow forts that five people could fit in.
I rep Charters Settlement, New Brunswick to the death
Like the newfound testament, it was always the very best
The highlight of the day was when the mailman used to come
Thinking back, his name was jack and he used to give us gum.
We Had a 69 Volvo die-hard propped up in the backyard
A charred wooden shack filled with car parts galore
Oh Lord when I was bored I used to haul brush
When we'd burn it in the winter, now that... that was a rush.
Well this is where flip meets flop
The chick meets cock...
A doodle doo,
And who would knew
That this is where rap meets rock
The hick meets hop. aww yeahhhhh
Well this is where flip meets flop
The chick meets cock...
A doodle doo,
And who would knew
That this is where rap meets rock
The hick meets hop. aww yeahhhhh
This hip-hop slang meets country twang harangue
Makes for a hotter toddy than the body of Shania Twain
Some would say today that country rap is ****in' crap ass trash
Alas, I long for the lyrical pizzazz of Slick Rick meets Johnny Cash