I gotta a city folk friend in a hip-hop world
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He goes by ¡°E Diddy¡± but his name is Earl
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Cocks his hat to the side in his grandma¡¯s ride
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Bumping nothing but bass
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He says things like "Dawg, are you down with that?"
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And "Don¡¯t that fly girl got some back?"
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And I feel so doggone out of place
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When he says holler back when you get back home
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I say the only holler back that I know
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Is that holler back, in the woods
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Where the country folks got it good
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Home brewed, home grown, where the wild seeds get sowed
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It¡¯s a blast, from the past,
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All the cowgirls shaking their sassaphras
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Let out a howl if you feel like you gotta
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If you wanna go on back to the holler, holler back
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You take a left off the interstate, go ten miles
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Take a right on Farm Road 99 and just roll till the blacktop ends
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You see Mary Joe rocking that front porch swing
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Bikini top and them cutoff jeans
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And that¡¯s where hillbilly heaven begins
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Oh, she¡¯ll pour you some of that cherry wine
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Boy you¡¯re guaranteed to have yourself one hell of a time
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In that holler back, in the woods
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Where the country folks got it good
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Home brewed, home grown, where the wild seeds get sowed
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It¡¯s a blast, from the past,
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All the cowgirls shaking their sassaphras
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Let out a howl if you feel like you gotta
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If you wanna go on back to the holler, holler back
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In that holler back, in the woods
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Where the country folks got it so good
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Home brewed, home grown, where the wild seeds get sowed
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It¡¯s a blast, from the past,
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All the cowgirls shaking their sassaphras
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Let out a howl if you feel like you gotta
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If you wanna go on back to the holler, holler back
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Home brewed, home grown, where the wild seeds get sowed
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Oh, holler back
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It¡¯s a blast, from the past,
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All the cowgirls shaking their sassaphras
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Yeah, holler back
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Home brewed, home grown, where the wild seeds get sowed
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Oooooo, ooooooooooo
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Holler Back
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