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Hick Ross
4,165
Country
Hick Ross was released on June 3, 2014 by Elektra Nashville as a part of the album Kuntry Livin'
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Release DateJune 3, 2014
LabelElektra Nashville
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM82

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SMO
SMO
Lead Vocals
Andrew DeRoberts
Andrew DeRoberts
Programming, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar
Charlie Worsham
Charlie Worsham
Banjo, Slide Guitar
Cameron Roberts
Cameron Roberts
Bass Guitar
David Yudkin
David Yudkin
Cello, Slide Guitar, Fiddle
Rich Redman
Rich Redman
Drums
Peter Keys
Peter Keys
Piano, Organ
Jimmy Stewart
Jimmy Stewart
Fiddle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Lee Smith
John Lee Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul "Paco" Cossette
Paul "Paco" Cossette
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Richard Ridgell
Richard Ridgell
Assistant Engineer
Orig
Orig
Producer, Recording Engineer, Overdub Engineer
Ken Love
Ken Love
Mastering Engineer
Reid Shippen
Reid Shippen
Mixing Engineer
Jon Conner
Jon Conner
Producer, Recording Engineer, Overdub Engineer

Lyrics

I'm southern by blood not relation
Survive with a buck knife and pawpaw's gun
One hit, and you're done, one sip and you spun
Big boss of the stix got 'em bumping at gums
'Bout this back wood country boy built Ford tough
Out the mid-Tenn' mud where you might get stuck
Grand champ of my camp, like a ten point buck
Let that 12 gauge spray if you fuck with my truck
I'm talking K5 Chevy, bonfire music
Meat mud smothered, better get used to it
Beast on the grill, I sizzle while I do it
If it's beef that you want, bet you think you hear mooing
Now take it back to the facts
Redneck street cred, bloodline to match
Couldn't ride my boots, can't fit my hat
But since you on my coattails, won't you scratch my back?
And holla Hick Ross
They call me the big boss
I'm known as that bad boy country boy
And they know who to call when they want that noise
They holla Hick Ross
They call me the big boss
I'm known as that bad boy country boy
And they know who to call when they want that noise
I got a dirt road hustle with a payday swagger
Sipping blue flame burning with some redneck jackers
Push-pull wheels faster, dig down deeper
Off-road rapper you can feel me through the speakers
Kin folk love me, call me Big Smocephus
Teaching old shit grandaddy tried to teach us
How to skin a buck, and run a trout line
The simple things that help a country boy to survive
I keep my eyes on the shine, a jar full of pine
A foot on the pedal, I get it there every time
I walk a line like Johnny, smoke 'em like Willie
Toast to the country folks, raise some hell if you feel me
Love me if you love me, fuck ya if you ain't with me
Just a good ole boy, back wood hillbilly
Jacked up boss truck, mud covered and shitty
Best believe, let's buy some bread, and if you see me in the city
Holla Hick Ross
They call me the big boss
I'm known as that bad boy country boy
And they know who to call when they want that noise
They holla Hick Ross
They call me the big boss
I'm known as that bad boy country boy
And they know who to call when they want that noise
They holla Hick Ross
They call me the big boss
I'm known as that bad boy country boy
And they know who to call when they want that noise
They holla Hick Ross
They call me the big boss
I'm known as that bad boy country boy
And they know who to call when they want that noise
Written by: SMO
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