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The Carolina Chocolate Drops are a group of young African-American string band musicians that have come to together to play the rich tradition of fiddle and banjo music in Carolina's Piedmont. Rhiannon Giddens and Justin Robinson both hail from Durham, North Carolina while Dom Flemons is native to sunny Arizona. Although they have diverse musical backgrounds, they draw their musical heritage from the foothills of North and South Carolina. They have been under the tutelage of Joe Thompson, said to be the last black traditional string band player, of Mebane, NC and they strive to carry on the long standing traditional music of the black and white communities. Joe's musical heritage runs as deeply and fluidly as the many rivers and streams that traverse their landscape. They are proud to carry on the tradition of black musicians like Odell and Nate Thompson, Dink Roberts, John Snipes, Libba Cotten, Emp White, and countless others who have passed beyond memory and recognition.

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Hit 'Em Up Style
by The Carolina Chocolate Drops

While he was scheming
I was beamin' in the beamer, just beamin'
Can't believe that I caught my man cheatin'
So I found another way to make him pay for it all

So I went to Neiman-Marcus on a shopping spree
And on the way I grabbed Soley and Mia
And as the cash box rang I threw everything away

Hey ladies, when your man wanna get buckwild
Just go back and hit 'em up style
Get your hands on his cash
And spend it to the last dime for all the hard times

When you go then everything goes
From the crib to the ride and the clothes
So you better let him know that if he messed up, you gotta hit 'em up

There goes the dreams we used to say
There goes the time we went away
There goes the love I had but you cheated on me
And that's worth that now

There goes the house we made a home
There goes you'll never leave me alone
There goes the lies you told
This is what you owe

While he was braggin' I was coming down the hill and just draggin'
All his pictures and his clothes in the bag
And throw everything else till there was just nothin' left

And I paid All the bills about a month too late
It's a shame we have to play these games
The love we had just fades away, fades away

Hey ladies When your man wanna get buckwild
Just go back and hit 'em up style
Get your hands on his cash And spend it to the last dime for all the hard times

When you go then everything goes
From the crib to the ride and the clothes
So you better let him know that
If he messed up, you gotta hit 'em up

Hey ladies when your man wanna get buckwild
Just go back and hit 'em up style
Get your hands on his cash And spend it to the last dime for all the hard times

When you go then everything goes
From the crib to the ride and the clothes
So you better let him know that if he messed up, you gotta hit 'em up

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: DALLAS AUSTIN

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