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Yo, this is the Remix

Killah kid, nappy roots... ready?

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

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

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My first song was like forty-eight bars 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 over the faucets
No AC, break a sweat just tryin to make beats
E-Double's the hustler,
with all his customers, and flat broke,
Nappy smokin grass out on the back
I'm I got everything a country boy could ask for

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Now what we do to get (Say dat boy!!)
Lay it and bring 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 us cuss more
Held on, but it was hard - up, took charge
Ran thru what we scared up, but what was we afraid
Look what we made of, heart what made us
Being here is alright, but 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 this part}
Them country
them big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And awwwwwwww!

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

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

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

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

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

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

(Twista)
Finna hit the south, get up out the
on a fitty feelin pretty good
with a hood chick hit it lil bit
now she call me daddy in the county full of
me country, tv's on the headrest
even if there aint no seats in the of me
i'll play the dvd's for the
and the streets and the people in of me
i'm chill, in a chevy with a
with a cadillac got the options
if it aint got rims the drop
on the block with no locks than it's not mah
hurt 'em with the chrome, rollin on chrome rims it's the
nappy roots 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 boys
them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And awwwwwwww!