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<b>My Old Kentucky Home</b> by <i>Nappy Roots</i><br />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'

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

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

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

KD

Goodfella

Villebilles

Nappy Roots

Kentucky

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