Colt Ford, Kevin Fowler - Hip Hop In A Honky Tonk lyrics

Red light, Friday night, headin' to town
I had some George Strait crankin'
With the windows down
'Til this Escalade thumpin' bass
Drowneded him out he was rattlin' his rims
And shakin' the ground, aw haw
I put my foot on the gas
I didn't have to go far
I found this funky little steel
And fiddle redneck bar
The band was in the middle
Of "You're Cheatin' Heart"
I bought a bag of tater chips and a PBR
Settled down on a stool plannin' on stayin'
But when they took a break
The DJ started playin'

Hip hop in a honky tonk
Wait a minute hold the phone somethin's wrong
I came in here to hear a country song
Not hip hop in a honky tonk

Now what do you think ole Hank would say
It'd kill 'em if he still was alive today?
I bet money that he's rollin'
Over in his grave
'Cause Hank sure as hell didn't
Do it that way

Hip hop in a honky tonk
I'll give you twenty bucks if
You turn that shit off
If you ask me it ought to be outlawed
Hip hop in a honky tonk

When all of a sudden every girl in the club
Got on the floor startin' shakin' her butt
It was packed
It was stacked from the front to the back
This cowboy ain't seen nothin' like that

Hip hop in a honky tonk
They were dancin' like strippers but
They kept their clothes on
I'm startin' to think that I
Might been wrong about
Hip hop in a honky tonk
'Cause when they move like that I'll
Watch em all night long
Hip hop in a honky tonk
I gotta admit I'm havin'
Second thoughts about
Hip hop in a honky tonk
I came in here to hear a country song
But I'm diggin' hip hop in a honky tonk