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Yo, this is the Remix

Killah kid, roots... ya'll ready?

UH.... done it... let the country meet the city boys... uh..

Awnaw! naw! Man
Y'all up and done it
Awnaw! naw! Boy
Y'all done up and it
Awnaw! naw! Boy
done up and done it
Ah, y'all done up and it
Man done up and done it

[Fish
My first song was like forty-eight with no hook
You hear me flippin thru my out my favorite notebook
The microphone was in the closet (What?) No headphones, we it
Niggas to get some water, roaches hangin over the faucets
No AC, Tez'll break a sweat just tryin to beats
been the hustler,
flirtin' all his customers, and flat broke,
Nappy grass out on the back po'ch
I'm I got everything a country boy could ask for

V]
Now we do to get here? (Say dat boy!!)
Lay it down and it to ya raw (Say dat boy!!)
Hey now we hurt some, suffered for more, what we work for
Hated for for the cussin, but the hatred it made us more
Held on, but it was hard - up, took charge
Ran thru what we up, but what was we afraid for?
Look what we made of, heart that what us
here is alright, but MUST believe we won't fall!

Them country on the ride!
With them big fat on the side!
Peep the grills on the ride!
And aw-awww-awww-awwwww!

{Repeat Hook over this
Them boys
With big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And awwwwwwww!

My llel be hogwild,
bet from that roota to that toota-file
Hell naw, them country boys headed south for six miles
mah, them kinfolk, twankies with them hundred-spokes
Skullied on that front po'ch, 'cause you they got 'dro
Seventy-nine DeVille purdy cal patty grill
Interstate 65 headin down to
Glass filled, to the tippy-top, Benz
Spent my last on the rent, left with pocket lints
A shame, gotta grind anythang and everythang
Jimmy Crack Corn, cross the county line with Mary
A long time, a road, to cash and fame and sold my soul
To Hell and back, and back and forth, with same jeans and nappy

[R
I might, hop off the Harley, mine like Bob Marley
Not parties with charties, like they swallowin Bacardi
Them butter-skin, probably like kin
Understand you 'bout to lose ya life fuckin Deion

country boys on the ride!
With big fat wheels on the side!
Peep the vertical on the ride!
And aw-awww-awww-awwwww!

Hook over this part}
Them country
With them big fat
Peep the grills
And awwwwwwww!

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

When it come to New York, I'm the man town just trust me
Down in the buggy, I'm cat down in Kentucky
Bowling Green, heard you're holdin cream
Mess wit a city slicker, we mold a team
We'll talk in codes, "smoke" 'll be the box
Could be the hamhots, be the lamb-chops
make wild mills, how ill
I'll you how that ? feel, trade in that cow grill

(Twista)
hit the south, get up out the city
smokin on a fitty pretty good
with a hood gotta hit it lil bit
now she me daddy in the county full of wood
me country, tv's on the headrest
even if there aint no in the back of me
i'll play the for the cars
and the streets and the people in of me
i'm chill, in a chevy a grill
with a cadillac got the options
if it aint got rims with the
on the block no locks than it's not mah concoction
hurt 'em with the chrome, on chrome rims it's the twenties
this nappy and twista, if it aint dope, then don't call it country

Them country on the ride!
With them big fat on the side!
the vertical grills on the ride!
And aw-awww-awww-awwwww!

Them country
With them big fat
Peep the vertical
And awwwwwwww!