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Nappy Roots
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Kentucky Mud
作词:James Chambers, William Hughes, Brian Scott, Vito Tisdale
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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
Government 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 Rag if ya have it and put crumbs in it
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
Kentucky mud damn right folk nuttin' but love Big truck roll through yeaga nuttin' but shure Kentucky mud damn right folk nuttin' but love And these blocks don't hold yeaga nuttin' but uhh
Kentucky mud damn right folk nuttin' but love Big truck roll through yeaga nuttin' but shure Kentucky mud damn right folk nuttin' but love And these blocks don't hold yeaga nuttin' but uhh
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 Was brought in the game then we was applied to the rules whoo
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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Take only what you make first bump to wake the neighbors
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
Kentucky mud damn right folk nuttin' but love Big truck roll through yeaga nuttin' but shure Kentucky mud damn right folk nuttin' but love And these blocks don't hold yeaga nuttin' but uhh
Kentucky mud damn right folk nuttin' but love Big truck roll through yeaga nuttin but shure Kentucky mud damn right folk nuttin' but love And these blocks don't hold yeaga nuttin' but uhh
Kentucky mud throw ya hands up put 'em together like this C'mon c'mon nappy roots in thiswhoo Kentucky mud is the yeah so throw ya hands up high high Put 'em together like nappy roots in this whoo Kentucky mud is the
Steak and 'tatas eggs and bacon The rooster crowed so I know it was time for me to awaken Country livin, and the country cookin' in a country kitchen Good intention and strong religion, it's a country tradition Kicked to mud off my boots and dust off my pants and Just came from the ranch but they swear we were gangsters B. stille and them be chillin', spendin' the time with our children Finna mail off my stamps and we'll be grillin' Step offa this Kentucky mud
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
Kentucky mud damn right folk nuttin' but love Big truck roll through yeaga nuttin but shure Kentucky mud damn right folk nuttin' but love And these blocks don't hold yeaga nuttin' but uhh
Kentucky mud damn right folk nuttin' but love Big truck roll through yeaga nuttin' but shure Kentucky mud damn right folk nuttin' but love And these blocks don't hold yeaga nuttin' but uhh
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