[Verse 1: Yelawolf] Somebody just told that country music got a hold of hip hop And everybody who want a piece of the rap game, suddenly got on the radio looking for hit spots And you put LL Cool J on a new wave with this dude Brad Praisley And I search for loop holes and you crazy Who knows maybe the soup tasting even better that before it did But before is this New game and big truck meets 808 and 36 And think it good look hell if I had a magic wand I put it up on the river for you welcome to the main stream And big bucks Now paddle on, paddle on and babble on Rattle all snake in the wrecked of Babylon And travel on to the bricks, then they let you tackle on Musical vagabonds better learn how to swim sh** got deep, but you ain't gotta worry 'bout a hick like me k**er Mike told me not to change my ways and my dixie flag was plain to see Brotherhood, motherhood daddy's in the south better get a hold of this culture Gotta be proud to be country, don't be a country vulture Slumerican boss sh**, better give me mine of the top I'm ripping Alabama, Tennessee, G.A All day motherf**er now let the beat drop, UH! [Hook: Yelawolf] I'm proud of my promise, papa's and all of my partners We grew up in the bottom, bottom Way down in the country side of things, yeahh Way down in the country side of things, alright, alright, alright Good people wanna have a good time The south got enough problems We just hooked a bottle to bottle Way down in the country side of things, yeahh Way down in the country side of things, alright, alright, alright [Verse 2: Alexander King] This sh** here at outlaw hip hop Gasolined out southern rock From the east side of music city I was raised on skinner than pop What up Strug', what up slums, what up Dawg We're all showing love, till they let you'll come home and we'll all make toast [?] [?] All singing the same old song By the country roof and the cowboy boot and don't non of these sh** fill true Truth is out new south to the [?] Hotter than my granddaddy's old pistol Oh sh**!! Can't keep to the [?] And the chances held we 'bout to pump the break Say we come from no problem But if you make us in we gon' solve 'em We came to celebrate all our partners All the blessing hard work and progress To own south dying with our ancestors Took what was left to rebuild the system If you feel me hands up high enough Saying the sh**, "Welcome to the motherf**ing country side of it." [Hook] [Verse 3: Jellyroll] This outlaw, Hip Hop, hell nah it ain't [Hick Hop] Is what you got when you mix 'Pac with that 1997 Kid Rock From the bottom I rose, to the top I came But forgive me I think we celebrate Write a record, let send it straight I can never snitch and I never hate Yeah girl, damn I'm fine Grown man and I'mma handle mine Everybody stressin', I'm just cool b**h I'm blown like a Dandelion And I'm living it, I'm living it The same way that I'm rapping it Bad girl in my pa**enger, ridin' around trippin' out of this Maxima Stayin' up late like I'm Dracula Ridin' around serving all different packages I'm carnival cruising I swear this rapping happened by accident I stand tall cause I had to fall Left the streets and I had it all The game's up and down like a basket ball But I think I'm any day away from blasting off And I'm gone [Hook]