Kentucky Mud

[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, travellin on the dirt road with Kentucky Mud

What's to love? A Cadillac somethin like a DeVille, it may be dubbed

Southbound, headed back to the west, and DeVille downtown

I'm takin it to the flat, hit up the Hollow back in J-Town

See my Cave folks got that grey pound, we hit the interstate

Straight be blowin like a freight train, ain't tryna 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 slummin it

(?) if ya have it and put crumbs in it

[Chorus]

[Chorus 2 - 2X]

Kentucky Mud! Damn right folk nuttin but love!

Big truck roll through yeaga nuttin but slums!

Kentucky Mud! Damn right folk nuttin but love!

And these blocks don't hold yeaga nuttin 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, nothin to lose, payin the dues

Tryna get ours, winnin 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 slippin, 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 - 2X]

[Scales talking]

Kentucky Mud throw ya hands up

Put 'em together like this

C'mon, c'mon, Nappy Roots in this, whoo!

Kentucky Mud is the shhhhh...

Yeah, so throw ya hands up high! high!

Put 'em together like this

Nappy Roots in this, whoo!

Kentucky Mud is the shhhhh...

[B. Stille]

Nappy Roots, steak and 'tatas, eggs and bacon

The rooster crowed so I know it was time for me to awaken *rooster call*

Country livin, and the country cookin 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 chillin, spendin the time with our children

Finna mail off my stamps and we'll be grillin

Step offa