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Yo, this is the Remix

Killah kid, nappy roots... ya'll

UH.... they done it... let the country 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
done up and done it
Ah, done up and done it
Man done up and done it

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My first song was like forty-eight bars with no
You hear me flippin thru my pages out my notebook
The microphone was in the (What?) No headphones, we lost it
Niggas scared to get some water, roaches hangin 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 grass out on the back po'ch
I'm thinkin I got a country boy could ask for

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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 we work for
Hated for for the cussin, but the hatred it us cuss more
Held on, but it was - stepped up, took charge
Ran thru what we scared up, but what was we for?
Look what we of, heart that what made us
Being here is alright, but MUST believe we fall!

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

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

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

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I might, hop off the Harley, spoke mine 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

country boys 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
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 that cat down in
Outta Bowling Green, heard holdin cream
Mess wit a slicker, we could mold a team
talk in codes, "smoke" 'll be the sand box
Could be the hamhots, could be the
we'll make mills, how ill
I'll show you how that ? feel, trade in cow grill

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

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

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