Villebillies - My Ol' Kentucky Home lyrics

Now ain't nothing gonna stop me And I'mma stand on my own And throw "L's" for my Ol' Kentucky Home Yeah it's grimy down here but it's all hood 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 nothing but love from me Cus I was born here (born here!) raised here (Raised here!) When I leave here, bury my grave here Until then I'mma ride and drink liquor, blow Swishers Sit back collect my thoughts by the river I'm a bluegra** CEO cat Trying to get my young homies out the projects Show them a way they can turn they money legal When the feds start to sweep I bob and weave on them people Stay ahead of the game, quick to change it up on 'em Set a level for the game quick to raise it up on 'em Bluegra**, KD Chorus It's okay, hop in with your boys to the river and we taking the back way We don't mind who you are just ride to the rhythm have a sip in the sunshine Come on down where the bluegra** rolls, and the country cold wind blows Where the city lights still glow To My Ol' Kentucky Home, My Ol' Kentucky Home Hi mayne, chillin' by the river, dawg Old school shotgun fishin pole and liquor dawg I ain't tryin to catch no kinda ba** or catfish Id rather sling rocks on ave of the back chick?? Scales this track is hot lets make it a smash hit They hating on my mess and ya see I get mad chips In kentucky smash whips And kentucky blast crips In kentucky it ain't lucky to get found in a casket Ya im city living chillin but im country at heart Old school no shoes when we roll threw the park Old dudes no rules when we roll threw the park Goodfella hood dwella reppin' Victory Park And that chicken's finger lickin and the digits got me finger lickin' Countin' scrilla from the chickens that I be pitchin' out the kitchen Trying to make a 100 million out this business Goodfella, KD, Villebillies, Nappy Roots chillin Chorus They say welcome to the 502 Taking Georgia boys show em how Kentucky do Old caprice cla**ics paint Kentucky blue They say don't forget 270 we hittin' too Some call it blue gra** some call it purple I'mma call it home, take a shot of p'trone Lay back in the 'Lac and take two to the dome Riding from Da Ville to B.G. in my zone Let me here you say High times sittin' by the river Got my old shotgun fishin' pole and my liquor Cus people always trying to tell me how to run my life When they say I'm doing wrong and I swear I'm doing right High times sittin' by the river Got my old shotgun fishin' pole and my liquor I say it's time to take our children where the gra** is blue And peep how the mid south do Chorus