Nappy Roots My Old Kentucky Home Lyrics

Let's go!

Ain't nothin' gonna stop me
I'ma stand on my own and throw L's for my old Kentucky home
Yeah, it's grimy down here but it's all good
We keep a big block engine under our hood
Now if I make money, then the city make money
It's all good, they get nothin' but love from me
'cause I was born here (born here), raised here (raised here)
When I leave here, bury my grave here (grave here)

Until then I'ma ride and drink liquor, blow Swishers
Sit back, collect my thoughts by the river
I'm a bluegrass CEO cat
Tryin' to get my young homies out the projects

Show them a way they can turn their money legal
When the Feds start that sweep, I bob and weave on them people
Stay ahead of the game, we can change it up for 'em
Shed a level for the game, quick to raise it up for 'em

Bluegrass, KD

It's okay, I been with your boys to the river
and we takin' the back way
We don't mind, we can all just ride to river
Have a sip in the sunshine
Come on down where the bluegrass grows
And the country cold wind blows
Where the city lights still glow
To my old Kentucky home
My old Kentucky home
Mmmmmmmm

Hi man, chillin' by the river, dawg
Old school shotgun, fishin' pole, and liquor dawg
I ain't tryin' to catch no carp bass or catfish
I'd rather slang rocks on the ave with a bad chick
Scales this track is hot; let's make it a smash hit
They hatin' on my mail so you can say I get mad chips
In Kentucky smash whips, in Kentucky blast clips,
In Kentucky it ain't lucky get found in a casket
Yeah, I'm city livin' chillin' but I'm country at heart
Old school, no shoes when we roll through the park
Old dudes know whos when we roll through the park
Goodfella, hood dwella, reppin' Victory Park

And the chicken's finger lickin'
And the digits got my fingers lickin'
countin', squealin' from the chickens I been pitchin' out the kitchen
Tryin' to make a hundred million out this business
Goodfella, KD, Villebillies, Nappy Roots, chillin'

Uh, They say welcome to the 5-0-2
Take a Georgia boy, show 'em how Kentucky do
Old Caprice Classic tint Kentucky blue
They say don't forget 2-7-0, we hittin' too

Some call it bluegrass, some call it purple
I'ma call it home, take a shot of 'tron
Lay back in the 'lac and take two the dome
Ridin' from The Ville to B.G. in my zone

Let me hear you say
High times sittin' by the river
Got my old shotgun, fishin' pole and my liquor

'Cause people always tryin' to tell me how to run my life
When they say I'm doin' wrong, and I swear I'm doin' right

C'mon
High times sittin' by the river
Got my old shotgun, fishin' pole and my liquor

Say it's time to take a trip to where the grass is blue
And peep how the mid-south do
C'mon

KD
Goodfella
Villebilles
Nappy Roots
Kentucky