Lyrics
Man, from I-65 to the backwood
We be sippin' on Jimmy and we smoke good
We from I-65 to the backwood
We be sippin' on Jimmy and we smoke good
We from I-65 to the backwood
We be sippin' on Jimmy and we smoke good
We from I-65 to the backwood
We be sippin' on Jimmy and we smoke good
Yo, yo, yo from I-65 to the backwood (backwood)
You know we sippin' on the Jimmy and we smoke good (smoke good)
Even though, I don’t smoke on that shit ya’ll (what?)
But I can still spot a bud that’ll stick to the wall
‘Cause we Kentucky’s realest, come on Kentucky feel us
And don’t be hoppin' on that dick when we start sellin' millions
‘Cause I’m tired of ya dudes thinkin' that you’re all that
We Villebilly boy whoa, we phone back
We welcome ya’ll to the home of the cash crops
We call it the boondocks
Where smoke is running thicker than the bangers and lint rock
From city to suburbs, been keepin' the good herb
Dudes get on my nerves but the women are superb
Ridin' down 65 feelin' so damn good
No it ain’t all hillbilly we been misunderstood
From punk rockers to gangsters
Kick drums to grass
Ya’ll ain’t feelin' what we doin' ya’ll can drive on past
Man, from I-65 to the backwood
We be sippin' on Jimmy and we smoke good
We from I-65 to the backwood
We be sippin' on Jimmy and we smoke good
We from I-65 to the backwood
We be sippin' on Jimmy and we smoke good
We from I-65 to the backwood
We be sippin' on Jimmy and we smoke good
I don’t know what you’ve been told
The Ville is tweakin'
And all I do is smile everytime it hits the weekend
It ain’t no kind of secret, I hear the word is leakin'
Kentucky’s on the rise like the sun is in the east
Man, we shoot deer’s blood, straight up
To Red Bull chase
We toast to the city like a nun says grace
You act Southern dirty nothin' purdy told ya before
If it’s a competition then we go and tally the score
Well my addiction to wild livin’s givin' this bluegrass
Where the, women are purdy and them hoes are just too fast
From front post sippin' to gettin' din in the living room
To late night parkin' lot pimpin' just to go smack a few
Hey all ya’ll know that’s how we do
That’s how we set the mood
Ya’ll seen the derby and ya’ll know ya’ll lovin' how we cruise
My state’s created a habitat where I sit and I revel at
Down at we keep it comin' and you can bet
Man, from I-65 to the backwood
We be sippin' on Jimmy and we smoke good
We from I-65 to the backwood
We be sippin' on Jimmy and we smoke good
We from I-65 to the backwood
We be sippin' on Jimmy and we smoke good (you know what it is)
We from I-65 to the backwood (you want Fish Scales?)
We be sippin' on Jimmy and we smoke good (B. Stille where you at?)
I chop backwood, from good good
I keep it real simple, just like I should would
I’m from the hood hood, that’s where I stood stood
Kentucky mud, leanin' to the left stompin' on a good foot
Shout out to chickballs, we offer shiny parts
When we say elbows, we don’t mean body parts
We in the big somethin', we got our shit pumpin'
You only 22s, like you did somethin'
Now we back in Newburg, shout out to Father Jacques
Hop in the car and ride dirty ‘cross the county line
Her ounce of dirty pine
Her pint of Jimmy Bean
Slice a derby car I’m headed to that Chicken King
Mr. Bluegrass State y’now we got that sticky green
The best sticky icky icky you did ever seen
I talk shit like this ‘cause the sticks beside me
We be in The Boondocks like Huey and Riley
Man, from I-65 to the backwood
We be sippin' on Jimmy and we smoke good
We from I-65 to the backwood
We be sippin' on Jimmy and we smoke good
We from I-65 to the backwood
We be sippin' on Jimmy and we smoke good
We from I-65 to the backwood
We be sippin' on Jimmy and we smoke good