Holler Boys

Whoa, whoa The only poison I've had is ivy The only man I fear is God No snakes can make me run now 'Cause I've been bit by 'em all No buck can stare me down No neighbor can shut me up I'm off the grid and I'm off my rocker I'm off in the holler son We them holler boys Holler if you're needin' somethin' done Holler if you need a chip on a shoulder And a hand with a loaded gun We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on Leavin' two black marks down a one lane road Yeah we, yeah we, yeah we them holler boys The only fight I've ever been in Was takin' up for somebody else The only time I got my jaw jacked is never but damn sure not quite yet The times I miss the most are the times nobody knows When it was me, my cousin, and a couple of my buddies Racin' down ol' Sams Creek Road We them holler boys Holler if you're needin' somethin' done Holler if you need a chip on a shoulder And a hand with a loaded gun We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on Leavin' two blackmarks down a one lane road Yeah we, yeah we, yeah we them holler boys Holler boy native to the holler soil Washed in the spring of a farmer's joy We them holler boys Holler if you're needin' somethin' done Holler if you need a chip on a shoulder Or a hand with a loaded gun We them holler boys Holler if you're needin' somethin' done Holler if you need a chip on a shoulder And a hand with a loaded gun We'll be out that screen door, no shirt on Leavin' two blackmarks down a one lane road Yeah we, yeah we, yeah we them holler boys

I was kinda quiet as a kid growing up First twenty years man, I didn't say much Taking all the shit that the poor folks are given Dodging daddy's fist and the Jackson County Prison Can't cut a bleach stain who am I kidding I came from the mud where the low lives waller Sailor-swearing, single-parent, double-wide squalor Wild child, coyote-kid without a collar Trying to get by on a high and a dollar It's the salt in the sting It's the fire in my veins Hear it when I sing It's the pain that put the holler in the holler from the holler Holler from the holler Board as a 2×4, fightin' just for fun In the middle of nowhere with nowhere to run Hellbent, broken-soul seeking salvation Where the preachers all preach from The Book of Revelations A hundred dollar Chevy was my ticket out And The Valley of The Shadow always with me no doubt I came from the mud where the low lives waller Sailor-swearing, single-parent, double-wide squalor Wild child, coyote-kid without a collar Trying to get by on a high and a dollar It's the salt in the sting Fire in my veins Hear it when I sing It's the pain that put the holler in the holler from the holler Holler from the holler Yeah Yeah I was kinda quiet as a kid growing up I was kinda quiet as a kid growing up I was kinda quiet as a kid growing up I came from the mud where the low lives waller Sailor-swearing, single-parent, double-wide squalor Wild child, coyote-kid without a collar Trying to get by on a high and a dollar It's the salt in the sting It's the fire in my veins Hear it when I sing It's the pain that Pain put the holler Pain put the holler In the holler from the holler Holler from the holler

Ah yeah, holler if ya' hear me, yeah Here we go, turn it up, let's start From block to block, we snatchin' hearts and jackin' marks And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe We can have peace someday G But right now I got my mind set up Lookin' down the barrel of my nine, get up 'Cause it's time to make the payback fat To my brothers on the block, better stay strapped, black And accept no substitutes I bring truth to the youth, tear the roof off the whole school Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week Now we got him in a smash, blast How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash Until then, raise up Tell my young black males, blaze up Life's a mess, don't stress, test I'm givin but be thankful that you're livin, blessed Much love to my brothers in the pen See ya when I free ya if not when they shove me in Once again it's an all out scrap Keep your hands on ya gat, and now ya boys watch ya back 'Cause in the alleys out in Cali I'ma tell ya Mess with the best and the vest couldn't help ya Scream, if ya feel me, see it clearly? You're too near me Holler if ya hear me Hard, tellin you to hear it, the rebel Tellin' you to hear it Holler if ya hear me Hard, tellin' you to hear it, the rebel Tellin' you to hear it Holler if ya hear me Hard, tellin' you to hear it, the rebel Tellin' you to hear it Pump ya fists like this Holler if ya hear me (pump pump) if you're pissed To the sell-outs, livin' it up One way or another you'll be givin it up, huh I guess 'cause I'm black born I'm supposed to say peace, sing songs, and get capped on But it's time for a new plan, bam I'll be swingin like a one man, clan Here we go, turn it up, don't stop To my homies on the block gettin' dropped by cops I'm still around for ya Keepin' my sound underground for ya And I'ma throw a change up Quayle, like you never brought my name up Now my homies in the backstreets, the blackstreets They fell me when they rollin' in they fat Jeeps This ain't just a rap song, a black song Tellin' all my brothers, get they strap on And look for me in the struggle Hustlin 'til other brothers bubble Holler if ya hear me Hard, tellin' you to hear it, the rebel Tellin' you to hear it Holler if ya hear me Hard, tellin' you to hear it, the rebel Tellin' you to hear it Holler if ya hear me Hard, tellin' you to hear it, the rebel Tellin' you to hear it Holler if ya hear me Hard, tellin' you to hear it, the rebel Tellin' you to hear it Will I quit, will I quit? They claim that I'm violent, but still I keep Representin', never give up, on a good thing Wouldn't stop it if we could, it's a hood thing And now I'm like a major threat 'Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget Bring the noise, to all my boys Know the real from the bustas and the decoys And if ya hustle like a real G Pump ya fists if ya feel me, holler if ya hear me Learn to survive in the nine-tre' I make rhyme pay, others make crime pay Whatever it takes to live and stand 'Cause nobody else'll give a damn So we live like caged beasts Waitin' for the day to let the rage free Still me, 'till they kill me I love it when they fear me Holler if ya hear me Tellin' you to hear it, the rebel Tellin' you to hear it Holler if ya hear me Hard, tellin' you to hear it, the rebel Tellin' you to hear it Holler if ya hear me Hard, tellin' you to hear it, the rebel Tellin' you to hear it Holler if ya hear me Hard, tellin' you to hear it, the rebel Hard, tellin' you to hear it, the rebel Tellin' you to hear it Holler if ya hear me Hard, tellin' you to hear it, the rebel Tellin' you to hear it Holla if ya hear me Hard, tellin' you to hear it, the rebel Tellin' you to hear it Holler if ya hear me Hard, tellin' you to hear it, the rebel Hard, tellin' you to hear it, the rebel Tellin' you to hear it Hard, tellin' you to hear it, the rebel Tellin' you to hear it Hard, tellin' you to hear it, the rebel Tellin' you to hear it Hard, the rebel Hard, the rebel Hard, the rebel Hard, the rebel Hard, the rebel Hard, the rebel Hard, the rebel Hard, the rebel Hard, the rebel Hard, the rebel Hard, the rebel Hard, the rebel Hard, the rebel Hard, the rebel

I got a city folk friend in a hip-hop world He goes by E. Diddy but his name is Earl Cocks his hat to the side in his Grandma's ride Pumpin' nothin' but bass He says things like, 'Dawg, are you down with that' And, 'Don't that fly girl got some back' And I feel so doggone outta place When he says, 'Holler back when you get back home' I say, 'The only holler back that I know is' In that holler back in the woods Where the country folks got it good Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds 'a get sown It's a blast from the past All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras Let out a howl if 'ya feel like 'ya gotta If you wanna go on back to the holler Holler back Take a left off the Interstate Go ten miles Take a right on Farm Road 99 And just roll 'til the blacktop ends 'Ya see Mary Jo rockin' that front porch swing Bikini top and them cut-off jeans And that's where Hillbilly Heaven begins Ah, she'll pour 'ya some of that cherry wine Boy, you're guaranteed to have yourself One hell of a time In that holler back in the woods Where the country folks got it good Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds 'a get sown It's a blast from the past All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras Let out a howl if 'ya feel like 'ya gotta If you wanna go on back to the holler Holler back In that holler back in the woods Where the country folks got it so good Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds 'a get sown It's a blast from the past All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras Let out a howl if 'ya feel like 'ya gotta If you wanna go on back to the holler Holler back (Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds a get sown Its a blast from the past All the cowgirls shakin' their sassafras Homebrewed, homegrown Where the wild seeds a get sown) Ooh...)