Story Behind the Song
Sell a million records so band can drive big cars and date chicks with big tits.
Lyrics
Thought Id seen everything, before they moved next to me
Couldnt even stop em with the LAPD
Then I told em neighborly, before I start to kill you three
Im gonna take a minute to hear your story.
CHORUS
Two hicks & a immigrant Gettin funky by accident
Two hicks & a immigrant
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Verse 1
I had to hitch a ride from the midwest side
Cuz I stole a cop car but you know I cant drive
Quit a 9 to 5, barely got out alive
Got caught on the farm with his daughter in the barn
Its no fun to run from a gun
When your pants are down around your ankles, son
Fuckin-A, by the way, all the people say
That I am the needle in the hay!
Verse 2
You dont want to fuck with me
Where I come from, WE shoot TVs
In my Ford, praise the Lord,
I got four on the floor
A fifth under the seat
And I always keep it loaded
Im always on the road
Cuz its always huntin season
If a deer runs in the street (pow, pow)
Yall just gotta understand
Ill smoke your ass like the Marlboro Man!
Verse 3
AAAHH.... Whos Numero Uno
Im the rebel from the Empire
Ho Fatto trenta Mo Faccio trenta-uno
Ill take it down to the National Enquirer
Down with the Pope, He gave me no hope.
Ma le Americane think Im dope.
And it aint my fault if I talk this way,
My mom got fucked 10,000 miles away. c 1999 Cartoon Boyfriend
Music, ASCAP
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