(Spoken) Tim Daddy was a gangster rapper 
From the mean streets of Atlanta Georgia 
Sittin' on his couch one day, watchin' BET Network 
When suddenly his TV set went on the blink 
And he ended up watching Bill Dance Championship Fishing 
His life changed 
And this is that young man's story... 
 
 
He left the inner city and moved to the hill 
Traded in his crack pipe on a moonshine still 
His gang bandanna sure looked bad 
But it's the only color that the bait store had 
No more Tupac Shaqure or Biggie Small 
Now it's cow manure on his overalls 
Surrounded by fiddles and a lot of George Jones 

(Goodbye Puffy Combs!)
 
  Hillbilly homeboy
  Your posse wants to know what's up 
  You done dissed the sistas in the West Coast crew 
  For some bubbas with a spit cup 
  You got a sad little crib in the hillbilly hood  
  There ain't no booty calls back in the woods 
  Hillbilly homeboy
  When ya gonna come back home 
 
He's got curb-feelers on his 4-wheel drive 
His comb liquor tastes like Colt 45 
We hear you started hanging with some hillbilly hos 
Throwin' engine block parties *with* a bunch of Jethros 
It's hard to pump up the jam to Allison Krauss 
When there ain't no electricity in da house 
You can't bust a move to some *cricket* sounds 

(Goodbye Bobby Brown!)
 
  Hillbilly homeboy  
  Your posse wonderin' where you at 
  "We hear you're dressin' like *Eb* from Hooterville"   
  And homey, what up with that 
  Your grandmother misses you and so do we 
  We're thinkin', "Damn you must be trippin', G" 
  Hillbilly homeboy
  When ya gonna come back home 

(Spoken) It ain't easy being a fish out of water is it, G? 
We'll help you load up the old low-rider and head on back to the crib..

Peace out!

                          Thanks to yeehaadakota for these lyrics

                          Thanks to The character on Green Acres was Eb, not Ed.  for these lyrics