[Chorus: Skinny]
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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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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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[Skinny DeVille]
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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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[Big V]
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(?) homes be the cribs with the fun in 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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[Chorus]
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[Chorus 2 - 2X]
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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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[Big V]
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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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[Skinny DeVille]
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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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[Chorus]
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[Chorus 2 - 2X]
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[Scales talking]
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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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[B. Stille]
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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...
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[Chorus]
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[Chorus 2 - 2X]
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Kentucky Mud
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| Nappy Roots |
