| Trunk funk and the Cadillac thump, really loud
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| Puff skunk in the back of the junk, get really live
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| Trunk funk and the Cadillac thump, really loud
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| Puff skunk in the back of the junk, get really live
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| That’s the Nappy Boys, travellin on the dirt road with Kentucky Mud
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| What’s to love? |
| A Cadillac somethin like a DeVille, it may be dubbed
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| Southbound, headed back to the west, and DeVille downtown
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| I’m takin it to the flat, hit up the Hollow back in J-Town
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| See my Cave folks got that grey pound, we hit the interstate
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| Straight be blowin like a freight train, ain’t tryna catch a case
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| We take the back road off in Glasgow, we can travel it with no hassle
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| Shoot through Roscoe, back in A-Town like a king off in his castle
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| Government homes be the cribs with the fun it it
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| Pound of weed, a couple of freaks, and a gun in it
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| City slick if you want, but us; |
| we be slummin it
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| (?) if ya have it and put crumbs in it
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| Kentucky Mud! |
| Damn right folk nuttin but love!
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| Big truck roll through yeaga nuttin but slums!
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| Kentucky Mud! |
| Damn right folk nuttin but love!
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| And these blocks don’t hold yeaga nuttin but uhh.
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| Kentucky Mud!
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| Simple life back to its hardest again
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| Farmer in the dell, I’ll be damned it’s harvest again
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| Get it in, get it in, hey boy — cook it and eat it
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| Hit the bar for relaxation and a BAG of cheeba
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| Planes to catch, shows to do, reps to lose
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| LOTS of game, nothin to lose, payin the dues
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| Tryna get ours, winnin to lose
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| Brought in the game, then we was applied to the rules, whoo!
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| Back to the field with hustlers, take anything and make work
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| We catch ya slippin, we just might get up and truck and take yours
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| These parts are packed with pimps and the players hate on the gangsters
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| Take only what you make first, bump to wake the neighbors
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| Kentucky Mud throw ya hands up
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| Put 'em together like this
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| C’mon, c’mon, Nappy Roots in this, whoo!
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| Kentucky Mud is the shhhhh…
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| Yeah, so throw ya hands up high! |
| high!
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| Put 'em together like this
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| Nappy Roots in this, whoo!
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| Kentucky Mud is the shhhhh…
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| Nappy Roots, steak and 'tatas, eggs and bacon
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| The rooster crowed so I know it was time for me to awaken *rooster call*
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| Country livin, and the country cookin in a country kitchen
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| Good intention and strong religion, it’s a strong tradition
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| Kicked to mud off my boots and dust off my pants and
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| Just came from the ranch but they swear we was (?)
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| B. Stille and them be chillin, spendin the time with our children
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| Finna mail off my stamps and we’ll be grillin
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| Step offa this Kentucky Mud… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kentucky Mud , by - Nappy Roots. Song from the album Watermelon, Chicken & Gritz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп