songs

Grandma your toenails are rippen up the sheets
You know how I luv you and you cant be beat

You lay in bed- all day Im sayin
your forty-seven and thats no playing
and I dont want you to wind up stayin

You know I can sew and get down with a needle
I keep my skill alive by going to bingo

B-1, G-17--bbbbaaa-Bingo
impressin all the ladies down at the station

I dont have no time for ya toenail problems
so yo yo get up and take a shower

Hey, yo, yo, G. What's up grand-G? Why don't you tell em that story
About how you went back in the day
In the hip hop day, ya know what I'm sayin
Yeah, tell 'em that story, man

We're goin back to the basics of my sewin machine
Just a loop and some needles and a sheet
Ya know what I mean?
I just a mere child in the bureu of the county when I heard 'Martha Sterwert' on my favortie station
I dropped all I was doin' and took my bubba to the city
To WBMS, 509 was the station
No entery we recieved, nor star did could we bother
and since that day my bubba never showered

Ahhh yeah, yo that was smooth G That was smooth, that was real real smooth I like that story..

I'd live in the backwoods of the county
Shootin' squirrels, hounds around me

Cook up my grub, that's my meal
Forget McDonalds, this meat's real

Only got two teeth but that's ok,
Takes a while, but chews up the game

My house a shack, made of wood
Oh how life, would be so good

Loaded gun, always in my hand,
Love to be in my tree stand

Hit the road in my pickup truck,
Drivin' to Pechins, spending my buck

Truck's so old, a piece of junk
Fallin' apart, there goes a chunk

Bingo 'd be best 3 times a week
I'd never win, so I'd have to cheat

Flea markets, yard sales, the biggest malls
I'd be stealin from "em all

Oh to be a hick
Oh to be a hick
Life would be a thrill
Could it ever be real?

I Wanna be a hick!
I Wanna be a hick!

2001 Words by Major Dan
Music provided by Dunbar 7