Lyrics:
Motherfucking Thang Ya Digg
Juez Santana-Santana Bandana On Tilt, Back Seat Wit The Heat I'm Warmer Then A Quilt,
They Looking At Me Like They Drink Spoil Milk,
Over hill on a stick she came up from the south
I don't wanna see what's inside of your mouth
I will burn you down inside your straw house
Hickory
There's mercy in the seed put down
Washed in the blood of the things we kill
Be it time, or man, or that big coal hill
Go tend the youngins, go jack your
Just a song just a song just a song
Hickory hickory dickory dock
John took off to pawn the clock away
Hey hey hey
He's going to buy some bennies
Packed my bags going up for the weekend
To the misty hills of my Tennessee
Stuffed my Chevy with the things I'll be needing
Got my buckshot, got my
golden rule days
Readin' and 'ritin' and 'rithmetic
Taught to the tune of the hickory stick
You were my queen in calico
I was your bashful barefoot
MAN: Hey goat!
I'm gonna beat your head in with the hickory stick!
ADAM: Sometimes he uses his fists-a.
He's filled with anger and filled with rage,
In the Ozark hills along the ridges and rills there worked a rough timber jack
The folks in the woods forget if they could to remember the name
signs flyin' by
The countryside just shrugs and sighs
And looks the other way
Rollin' through the hills of West Virginia
Strollin' down the road in
after the sheep?
He's under the haystack
Fast asleep.
Hickory Dickory dock,
The mouse ran up the clock,
The clock struck one
The mouse ran down,
Hickory
No Opps
Hook
+Hickory dickory dock I was spinning the on the block
-Im tucking a glizzy in case you get gritty got one in the head of my Glock
golden rule days
Readin' and 'ritin' and 'rithmetic
Taught to the tune of the hickory stick
You were my queen in calico
I was your bashful barefoot
it.
This kicking here inside
Makes me leave you behind.
No more under the quilt
To keep you warm.
Your sister I was born.
You must lose me
and lows, the laughter and grins,
Holding tight to the spirit of country kin.
[Bridge]
Echoing hills call out in low hums, (vocal layering with humming)
cook up, every thug look up
Chronic got me on tilt, eyes bloodshot
Heavy built
Lay a nigga out like quilt, clear to gill
I rock for rollers
From
talking goat
The Old Man was just like my dad
I come from the hills of Europe
That's where I met the Old Man
He was lost in the woods, I gave him
379, that's my Peterbilt (Peterbilt)
Me and Grave Man, we in my Peterbilt
(Peterbilt)
Jake's screaming, rolling down the hill
(Down the hill)
Got your
he'll marry me
I'm going to the hills of East Tennessee
The hickory wind is blowing cold
I hear the shrill of an old black crow
It breaks my spirit,
seamless
But the worlds between us still
I never wanna visit hickory hills
She was good, too good for you
You lost her perfection
So you cried to me for
built
Lay a nigga out like quilt, clear to gill
I rock for rollers
From lowriders to Henny toasters
Cut off dead weight to
Keep my formulas kosher accept
named Jill on the bus stop
Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe
At that type of shit he's a pro
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch
named Jill on the bus stop
Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe
At that type of shit he's a pro
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch
on the bus stop
Dropped a line or two, and he had the hoe
At that type of shit he's a pro
So Jack and Jill ran up the hill to catch a lil' nap
Dumb bitch, gave
telling it
The ones that have worked hard through the grit
Are making the quilt that will be knit
1617, 1617
When the colder side of the world
Came to reign
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