K.K.K.Y Lyrics
| Song | K.K.K.Y |
| Artist | Cunninlynguists |
| Album | Dirty Acres |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| From the red claim to the blueprint man | |
| That **** | |
| I'm write home,man | |
| write home... | |
| I'm coming straight up out the K | |
| Louisville where I'm born and raised | |
| Skinny Deville country boy, saggy britches and jays | |
| Don't get it twisted or conflicted what you hear when we say | |
| State it loud and clear right here these country ****** don't play | |
| We on the grind from the crack of dawn, cooler than the Fonz | |
| Act up, we on the front lawn and bustin at your moms | |
| We dont give a damn about much, Mary Jane and the dutch | |
| Simple and plain is how we keep it, out of towners — Good luck, yup | |
| Welcome to rural America | |
| Small town area | |
| Bowling Green **** carrier | |
| Make it past Rutherford County I’ll take care of ya | |
| This country **** is all in my blood, it's like malaria | |
| Welcome to the KY | |
| We ain't on the farm though | |
| We don't study law but we know we can bear arms though | |
| Hoods to the trailer park, pills to the pounds | |
| CunninLynguists, nappy roots, still wear the crowns in the... | |
| KKKY | |
| It's more than what you think it is | |
| More than watermelon and chicken and where these racists live | |
| It's for the **** smoke, ***** we dont need coke | |
| Unless we mixing it with bourbon on the speed boat | |
| KKKY | |
| It's more than what you think it is | |
| More than watermelon and chicken and where these racists live | |
| It's for the **** smoke, ***** we dont need coke | |
| Unless we mixing it with bourbon on the speed boat | |
| Welcome to the jungle where people don't come to | |
| Dreams don't come through, so every niggle hustle | |
| In the hood bidness, the young ****** ignant | |
| And every chick pregnant, or they infected | |
| And everybody credit is "bad" like Mike’s song | |
| So we ride with the check engine lights on | |
| And thats the reason we misunderstood | |
| Cause' ain't no stimulus plan bout to make it to my neighborhood | |
| They say that(You Know) | |
| The truth crushed to the earth will rise again | |
| True indeed but I'd rather plant seeds with wiser men | |
| Kentucky where they used to stretch strings around the neck yo | |
| And I ain't talking banjos or violins | |
| I'm talking about ****** in trees | |
| Them ****** got they hands up shooting some threes | |
| The only other time you see a ***** with his hands up | |
| They dancing or the **********ing cops yell freeze *****, Pride! | |
| Cunninlynguists,uh | |
| Willy will what up | |
| Cunninlynguists | |
| Nappy Roots | |
| Oh |
| From the red claim to the blueprint man | |
| That | |
| I' m write home, man | |
| write home. . . | |
| I' m coming straight up out the K | |
| Louisville where I' m born and raised | |
| Skinny Deville country boy, saggy britches and jays | |
| Don' t get it twisted or conflicted what you hear when we say | |
| State it loud and clear right here these country don' t play | |
| We on the grind from the crack of dawn, cooler than the Fonz | |
| Act up, we on the front lawn and bustin at your moms | |
| We dont give a damn about much, Mary Jane and the dutch | |
| Simple and plain is how we keep it, out of towners Good luck, yup | |
| Welcome to rural America | |
| Small town area | |
| Bowling Green carrier | |
| Make it past Rutherford County I' ll take care of ya | |
| This country is all in my blood, it' s like malaria | |
| Welcome to the KY | |
| We ain' t on the farm though | |
| We don' t study law but we know we can bear arms though | |
| Hoods to the trailer park, pills to the pounds | |
| CunninLynguists, nappy roots, still wear the crowns in the. . . | |
| KKKY | |
| It' s more than what you think it is | |
| More than watermelon and chicken and where these racists live | |
| It' s for the smoke, we dont need coke | |
| Unless we mixing it with bourbon on the speed boat | |
| KKKY | |
| It' s more than what you think it is | |
| More than watermelon and chicken and where these racists live | |
| It' s for the smoke, we dont need coke | |
| Unless we mixing it with bourbon on the speed boat | |
| Welcome to the jungle where people don' t come to | |
| Dreams don' t come through, so every niggle hustle | |
| In the hood bidness, the young ignant | |
| And every chick pregnant, or they infected | |
| And everybody credit is " bad" like Mike' s song | |
| So we ride with the check engine lights on | |
| And thats the reason we misunderstood | |
| Cause' ain' t no stimulus plan bout to make it to my neighborhood | |
| They say that You Know | |
| The truth crushed to the earth will rise again | |
| True indeed but I' d rather plant seeds with wiser men | |
| Kentucky where they used to stretch strings around the neck yo | |
| And I ain' t talking banjos or violins | |
| I' m talking about in trees | |
| Them got they hands up shooting some threes | |
| The only other time you see a with his hands up | |
| They dancing or the ing cops yell freeze, Pride! | |
| Cunninlynguists, uh | |
| Willy will what up | |
| Cunninlynguists | |
| Nappy Roots | |
| Oh |
| From the red claim to the blueprint man | |
| That | |
| I' m write home, man | |
| write home. . . | |
| I' m coming straight up out the K | |
| Louisville where I' m born and raised | |
| Skinny Deville country boy, saggy britches and jays | |
| Don' t get it twisted or conflicted what you hear when we say | |
| State it loud and clear right here these country don' t play | |
| We on the grind from the crack of dawn, cooler than the Fonz | |
| Act up, we on the front lawn and bustin at your moms | |
| We dont give a damn about much, Mary Jane and the dutch | |
| Simple and plain is how we keep it, out of towners Good luck, yup | |
| Welcome to rural America | |
| Small town area | |
| Bowling Green carrier | |
| Make it past Rutherford County I' ll take care of ya | |
| This country is all in my blood, it' s like malaria | |
| Welcome to the KY | |
| We ain' t on the farm though | |
| We don' t study law but we know we can bear arms though | |
| Hoods to the trailer park, pills to the pounds | |
| CunninLynguists, nappy roots, still wear the crowns in the. . . | |
| KKKY | |
| It' s more than what you think it is | |
| More than watermelon and chicken and where these racists live | |
| It' s for the smoke, we dont need coke | |
| Unless we mixing it with bourbon on the speed boat | |
| KKKY | |
| It' s more than what you think it is | |
| More than watermelon and chicken and where these racists live | |
| It' s for the smoke, we dont need coke | |
| Unless we mixing it with bourbon on the speed boat | |
| Welcome to the jungle where people don' t come to | |
| Dreams don' t come through, so every niggle hustle | |
| In the hood bidness, the young ignant | |
| And every chick pregnant, or they infected | |
| And everybody credit is " bad" like Mike' s song | |
| So we ride with the check engine lights on | |
| And thats the reason we misunderstood | |
| Cause' ain' t no stimulus plan bout to make it to my neighborhood | |
| They say that You Know | |
| The truth crushed to the earth will rise again | |
| True indeed but I' d rather plant seeds with wiser men | |
| Kentucky where they used to stretch strings around the neck yo | |
| And I ain' t talking banjos or violins | |
| I' m talking about in trees | |
| Them got they hands up shooting some threes | |
| The only other time you see a with his hands up | |
| They dancing or the ing cops yell freeze, Pride! | |
| Cunninlynguists, uh | |
| Willy will what up | |
| Cunninlynguists | |
| Nappy Roots | |
| Oh |
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