(Chorus)

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

RIDE

**** gonna rock them shows like

RIDE

**** gonna rock them hoes like

RIDE

Den we gonna rock them flows

RIDE **** RIDE

RIDE

**** gonna rock them shows like

RIDE

**** gonna rock them hoes like

RIDE

Den we gonna rock them flows

RIDE **** RIDE

(Skinny Deville )

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

(Chorus)

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

(Fish Scales)

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 im 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

**** let’s face it

We was Po folks then said awnaw

Now it’s good days

That’s patience

I’m just….

(Chorus A)

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

(Trinidad James )

Crooked ****

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 **** “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)

(Chorus B)

Ridin Around the Chitlin Circuit

from The Gump down through Mississippi

In Carolina them sticks be jumpin

Hit a Rocky Top in Tennessee

(B Stille)

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

(Chorus C)

Ridin Around the Chitlin Circuit

from The Gump down through Mississippi

Hit Little Rock were them shows was bumpin

Started Nappy Roots down in Bowling Green