Lyrics to Down In The Holler
(Let the band play)
Church, church, church, church
(Church)
When the shit goes down way out in the holler
Gonna sit and watch that moonshine drip from the copper
Up an old dirt road where my gun can't be heard
I'm just sitting out here way out in the holler
(Church, Church, Church, Church) Just trying to make a dollar
They ain't never seen a redneck rapper repping from lower class
40 hour weeks, bills paid on low pay
Been a chicken fighter son, I've seen son real-ass shit
Real police, real time, busting real-ass M’s
S-10s with truck covers, hauling 20 pounds of Mother Nature
The weed man, like 64, rocking duck hunting waders
Pawpaw had the puzzle games, uncles had that strap hot
No cards up your sleeve, punk, unless you trying to get shot
Nashville didn't dress me, I was made on the creek
Wrestled barefoot honkies in them gang [?]
Realness don't sell in the eyes of the leeches on Music Row
So I stay in the holler with all my dollars to fold
When the shit goes down way out in the holler
Gonna sit and watch that moonshine drip from the copper
Up an old dirt road where my gun can't be heard
I'm just sitting out here way out in the holler
Just trying to make a dollar
I was raised by the rednecks, chill with the rednecks
24 years later, shit, I'm king of the rednecks
The kid down the street your mama told you to stray from
Age 13, my dad let me go play with guns
I'm a no-helmet, one-handed, Banshee-riding motherfucker
You Fairview bitches got it coming, yeah I know who jumped my brother
Let me catch you and Pedro posted up in your dad's whip
That hickory sticking slick, get all of y'alls wigs split
Mind your own damn business and not my mind
And I can make you go missing in the middle of the night
Where the sun don't shine, the moon don't creep
Footsteps get lost when you're walking in the creek
When the shit goes down way out in the holler
Gonna sit and watch that moonshine drip from the copper
Up an old dirt road where my gun can't be heard
I'm just sitting out here way out in the holler
Just trying to make a dollar
Down In The Holler Video:
Church, church, church, church
(Church)
When the shit goes down way out in the holler
Gonna sit and watch that moonshine drip from the copper
Up an old dirt road where my gun can't be heard
I'm just sitting out here way out in the holler
(Church, Church, Church, Church) Just trying to make a dollar
They ain't never seen a redneck rapper repping from lower class
40 hour weeks, bills paid on low pay
Been a chicken fighter son, I've seen son real-ass shit
Real police, real time, busting real-ass M’s
S-10s with truck covers, hauling 20 pounds of Mother Nature
The weed man, like 64, rocking duck hunting waders
Pawpaw had the puzzle games, uncles had that strap hot
No cards up your sleeve, punk, unless you trying to get shot
Nashville didn't dress me, I was made on the creek
Wrestled barefoot honkies in them gang [?]
Realness don't sell in the eyes of the leeches on Music Row
So I stay in the holler with all my dollars to fold
When the shit goes down way out in the holler
Gonna sit and watch that moonshine drip from the copper
Up an old dirt road where my gun can't be heard
I'm just sitting out here way out in the holler
Just trying to make a dollar
I was raised by the rednecks, chill with the rednecks
24 years later, shit, I'm king of the rednecks
The kid down the street your mama told you to stray from
Age 13, my dad let me go play with guns
I'm a no-helmet, one-handed, Banshee-riding motherfucker
You Fairview bitches got it coming, yeah I know who jumped my brother
Let me catch you and Pedro posted up in your dad's whip
That hickory sticking slick, get all of y'alls wigs split
Mind your own damn business and not my mind
And I can make you go missing in the middle of the night
Where the sun don't shine, the moon don't creep
Footsteps get lost when you're walking in the creek
When the shit goes down way out in the holler
Gonna sit and watch that moonshine drip from the copper
Up an old dirt road where my gun can't be heard
I'm just sitting out here way out in the holler
Just trying to make a dollar
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