"Chitlin Circuit" lyrics
Nappy Roots & Trinidad James Lyrics
Ridin Around the Chitlin Circuit
From The Gump down through Mississippi
Hit Birmingham where that shit be bumpin
Made a detour and hit New Orleans
RIDE
Nigga gonna rock them shows like
RIDE
Nigga gonna rock them hoes like
RIDE
Den we gonna rock them flows
RIDE nigga RIDE
RIDE
Nigga gonna rock them shows like
RIDE
Nigga gonna rock them hoes like
RIDE
Den we gonna rock them flows
RIDE nigga RIDE
Ridin' thru what they call the Chitlin Circuit
And from my view the shit is picture perfect
Sun down town's where the cops is lurkin'
On the surface what's the purpose?
Heard it's about work and church to worship
Dirt road mergin' swaggin' surfin'
Leanin' swervin' black suburban
Nappy's in town you gon get these verses
Not one more person's gettin' in
Unless she's got more women friends
Kiss like Hershey's cut like a surgeon
Do it real big then begin again
Small town love cause our fans deserve it
Seems like a grip but the trips be worth it
Shits a circus white bitches shirtless
Thank the crowd and then we in the wind
Ridin Around the Chitlin Circuit
From The Gump down through Mississippi
Hit Birmingham were that shit be bumpin
Made a detour and hit New Orleans
Sack too full I burp it
Weed ain't green it's purplish
Real talk that's the verbage
She ain't white that bitch there is Turkish
Just a country boy that made it
Finally getting off papers
Stille be riding round dirty give no fucks
Cause Bun B okayed it
My new hood I'm riding in is gated
My schedule next week is slated
My schedule last week I slayed it
She love fish I told her filet it
You buy pairs I buy shares we ain't the same
Nigga let's face it
We was Po folks then said awnaw
Now it's good days
That's patience
I'm just...
Ridin Around the Chitlin Circuit
From The Gump down through Mississippi
Hit Birmingham where that shit be bumpin
Made a detour and hit New Orleans
Crooked nigga
And a Crooked Letter
Push a Cadillac
Through da Cackalack
I'ma Roll Tide where BAMA at
I'm a GA boy in a bulldog trucker hat
And you gotta watch your back
From them chillin ass police
Feeling like TIP
These niggas "don't know Me"
Pop my shit cuz I'm built like this
Watermelon, Chicken, Grits
On my Nappy Roots Shit
I love dem Country girls
Them country girls love me
I love them Nappy headed Children
Cuz they just like me
I can't go broke
Money makin it make it
Girl you from New Orleans
You sound so Haitian
Countin these Jacksons in Murderville
I hate what them folks did to Emmitt Till (James)
Ridin Around the Chitlin Circuit
From The Gump down through Mississippi
In Carolina them sticks be jumpin
Hit a Rocky Top in Tennessee
Pour out a little D'usse for the OG Harvey Fuqua started Hitsville with
Barry Gordy still don't get his props to this day
Made a pitstop
In the deep swamp
Water boys Bobby Boucher
Went to pound town
In a sun down town stopped but they couldn't stay
Got a brown bag of home fried chicken and it came with all of the fixin's
Chasing vixens thru the Mason Dixon
When we hit the circuit you can taste the chitlins
Pig feet, souse meat, country boys on the backstreet
Gotta get fresh for some big shows in the Midwest and the Southeast
Ridin Around the Chitlin Circuit
From The Gump down through Mississippi
Hit Little Rock where them shows was bumpin
Started Nappy Roots down in Bowling Green
From The Gump down through Mississippi
Hit Birmingham where that shit be bumpin
Made a detour and hit New Orleans
RIDE
Nigga gonna rock them shows like
RIDE
Nigga gonna rock them hoes like
RIDE
Den we gonna rock them flows
RIDE nigga RIDE
RIDE
Nigga gonna rock them shows like
RIDE
Nigga gonna rock them hoes like
RIDE
Den we gonna rock them flows
RIDE nigga RIDE
Ridin' thru what they call the Chitlin Circuit
And from my view the shit is picture perfect
Sun down town's where the cops is lurkin'
On the surface what's the purpose?
Heard it's about work and church to worship
Dirt road mergin' swaggin' surfin'
Leanin' swervin' black suburban
Nappy's in town you gon get these verses
Not one more person's gettin' in
Unless she's got more women friends
Kiss like Hershey's cut like a surgeon
Do it real big then begin again
Small town love cause our fans deserve it
Seems like a grip but the trips be worth it
Shits a circus white bitches shirtless
Thank the crowd and then we in the wind
Ridin Around the Chitlin Circuit
From The Gump down through Mississippi
Hit Birmingham were that shit be bumpin
Made a detour and hit New Orleans
Sack too full I burp it
Weed ain't green it's purplish
Real talk that's the verbage
She ain't white that bitch there is Turkish
Just a country boy that made it
Finally getting off papers
Stille be riding round dirty give no fucks
Cause Bun B okayed it
My new hood I'm riding in is gated
My schedule next week is slated
My schedule last week I slayed it
She love fish I told her filet it
You buy pairs I buy shares we ain't the same
Nigga let's face it
We was Po folks then said awnaw
Now it's good days
That's patience
I'm just...
Ridin Around the Chitlin Circuit
From The Gump down through Mississippi
Hit Birmingham where that shit be bumpin
Made a detour and hit New Orleans
Crooked nigga
And a Crooked Letter
Push a Cadillac
Through da Cackalack
I'ma Roll Tide where BAMA at
I'm a GA boy in a bulldog trucker hat
And you gotta watch your back
From them chillin ass police
Feeling like TIP
These niggas "don't know Me"
Pop my shit cuz I'm built like this
Watermelon, Chicken, Grits
On my Nappy Roots Shit
I love dem Country girls
Them country girls love me
I love them Nappy headed Children
Cuz they just like me
I can't go broke
Money makin it make it
Girl you from New Orleans
You sound so Haitian
Countin these Jacksons in Murderville
I hate what them folks did to Emmitt Till (James)
Ridin Around the Chitlin Circuit
From The Gump down through Mississippi
In Carolina them sticks be jumpin
Hit a Rocky Top in Tennessee
Pour out a little D'usse for the OG Harvey Fuqua started Hitsville with
Barry Gordy still don't get his props to this day
Made a pitstop
In the deep swamp
Water boys Bobby Boucher
Went to pound town
In a sun down town stopped but they couldn't stay
Got a brown bag of home fried chicken and it came with all of the fixin's
Chasing vixens thru the Mason Dixon
When we hit the circuit you can taste the chitlins
Pig feet, souse meat, country boys on the backstreet
Gotta get fresh for some big shows in the Midwest and the Southeast
Ridin Around the Chitlin Circuit
From The Gump down through Mississippi
Hit Little Rock where them shows was bumpin
Started Nappy Roots down in Bowling Green
