Upchurch - Down In The Holler lyrics

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Upchurch - Down In The Holler lyrics

(Let the band play) Church, church, church, church (Church) When the sh** goes down way out in the holler Gun sitting, wash that moonshine straight up from the coffer [?] 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 cla** 40 hour weeks, bills paid, [?] Been a chicken fighter son, I’ve seen son real-a** sh** Real police, real time, busting real-a** eardrums S-10s with truck covers, hauling 20 pounds of mud in them The weed man, like just before, rocking dumb, hunting layers [?] 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 sh** goes down way out in the holler Gun sitting, wash that moonshine straight up from the coffer [?] 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, [?] with the rednecks 24 years later, sh**, 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 [?]-hanging, Benji [?]-riding motherf**er You Ferbew [?] b**hes got it coming, yeah I know who jumped my brother Let me catch you at petrol, post it up in your dad’s will 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 sh** goes down way out in the holler Gun sitting, wash that moonshine straight up from the coffer [?] 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