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Yo, is the Roc-A-Fella Remix

Killah kid, nappy roots... ya'll

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

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

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

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

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

{Repeat Hook over this
country boys
With them big fat
Peep the grills
And awwwwwwww!

My llel be hogwild,
bet that from that roota to that
Hell naw, them country ain't headed south for six miles
mah, them kinfolk, twankies with them hundred-spokes
Skullied on that front po'ch, you know they got 'dro
Seventy-nine coupe DeVille cal patty grill
65 headin down to Cashfield
Glass filled, to the tippy-top, back-seat
Spent my cent on the rent, left with pocket lints
A damn shame, gotta grind anythang and
Jimmy Crack Corn, cross the county line Mary Jane
A long time, a gravel road, to cash and fame and sold my
To Hell and back, and back and forth, with same jeans and 'fro

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

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

{Repeat Hook over part}
Them country
them big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And awwwwwwww!

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

When it come to New York, I'm the man around town 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 could a team
talk in codes, "smoke" 'll be the sand box
Could be the hamhots, be the lamb-chops
make wild mills, how ill
I'll show you how ? feel, trade in that cow grill

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

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

country boys
With big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And awwwwwwww!