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Yo, is the Roc-A-Fella Remix

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

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

Awnaw! naw! Man
Y'all up and done it
Awnaw! naw! Boy
Y'all up and done it
Awnaw! naw! Boy
Y'all up and done it
Ah, y'all up and done 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 was in the closet (What?) No headphones, we lost it
Niggas to get some water, roaches hangin over the faucets
No AC, Tez'll break a sweat just tryin to make
E-Double's the hustler,
with all his customers, and flat broke,
Nappy smokin grass out on the back
I'm thinkin I got everything a 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, takes what we for
Hated for for the cussin, but the hatred it made us more
Held on, but it was hard - stepped up, took
Ran thru what we up, but what was we afraid for?
what we made of, heart that what made us
Being here is alright, but MUST we won't fall!

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

{Repeat over this part}
Them boys
them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And awwwwwwww!

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

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

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

{Repeat Hook this part}
country boys
With them big fat
the vertical grills
And awwwwwwww!

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

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

(Twista)
hit the south, get up out the city
smokin on a fitty feelin good
with a chick gotta hit it lil bit
now she call me daddy in the county of wood
call me country, on the headrest
if there aint no seats 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 black cadillac got the
if it aint got rims with the
on the with no locks than it's not mah concoction
hurt 'em with the chrome, on chrome rims it's the twenties
this nappy roots and twista, if it 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
them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And awwwwwwww!