KKKY - Remix

[Verse 1: Skinny DeVille] 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 [Verse 2: Fish Scales] 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... [Hook x2] 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 [Verse 3: Young Chu] 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 [Verse 4: Sheisty Khrist] 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!