Lyrics K.K.K.Y. (Remix) - Cunninlynguists feat. Skinny De Ville, Fishscales, Sheisty Khrist & Young Chu

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 niggas 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 dope carrier
Make it past Rutherford County I'll take care of ya
This country shit 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 weed smoke, nigga 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 niggas 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
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 niggas in trees
Them niggas got they hands up shooting some threes
The only other time you see a nigga with his hands up
They dancing or the motherfucking cops yell freeze nigga, right!