Nappy Roots - Kentucky MudLyrics

[Chorus: Skinny] Trunk funk and the Cadillac thump, really loud Puff skunk in the back of the junk, get really live Trunk funk and the Cadillac thump, really loud Puff skunk in the back of the junk, get really live [Skinny Deville] That's the Nappy Boys, traveling on the dirt road with Kentucky Mud What's to love? A Cadillac something like a Deville, it may be dubbed Southbound, headed back to the west, and Deville downtown I'm taking it to the flat, hit up the Hollow back in J-Town See my Cave folks got that gray pound, we hit the interstate Straight be blowing like a freight train, ain't trying to catch a case We take the back road off in Glasgow, we can travel it with no hassle Shoot through Roscoe, back in A-Town like a king off in his castle [Big V] ? homes be the cribs with the fun in it Pound of weed, a couple of freaks, and a gun in it City slick if you want, but us; we be slumming it ? if ya have it and put crumbs in it [Chorus] [Chorus 2: x2] Kentucky Mud! Damn right folk nothing but love! Big truck roll through yea nothing but slums! Kentucky Mud! Damn right folk nothing but love! And these blocks don't hold yea nothing but uhh! Kentucky Mud! [Big V] Simple life back to its hardest again Farmer in the dell, I'll be damned it's harvest again Get it in, get it in, hey boy, cook it and eat it Hit the bar for relaxation and a BAG of cheeba Planes to catch, shows to do, reps to lose Lots of game, nothing to lose, paying the dues Tryna get ours, winning to lose Brought in the game, then we was applied to the rules, whoo! [Skinny DeVille] Back to the field with hustlers, take anything and make work We catch ya slipping, we just might get up and truck and take yours These parts are packed with pimps and the players hate on the gangsters Take only what you make first, bump to wake the neighbors [Chorus] [Chorus 2: x2] [Scales talking] Kentucky Mud throw ya hands up Put 'em together like this see man, see man, Nappy Roots in this, whoo! Kentucky Mud is the shh, Yeah, so throw ya hands up high! high! Put 'em together like this Nappy Roots in this, whoo! Kentucky Mud is the shh, [B. Stille] Nappy Roots, steak and 'tatas, eggs and bacon The rooster crowed so I know it was time for me to awaken Country living, and the country cooking in a country kitchen Good intention and strong religion, it's a strong tradition Kicked to mud off my boots and dust off my pants and Just came from the ranch but they swear we was ? B. Stille and them be chilling, spending the time with our children Finna mail off my stamps and we'll be grilling Step off of this Kentucky Mud [Chorus] [Chorus 2: x2]