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Yo, is the Roc-A-Fella Remix

Killah kid, nappy roots... ready?

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

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

[Fish
My song was like forty-eight bars with no hook
You hear me flippin thru my pages out my favorite
The was in the closet (What?) No headphones, we lost it
Niggas scared to get some water, hangin over the faucets
No AC, Tez'll break a sweat just tryin to make
E-Double's the hustler,
flirtin' all his customers, and flat broke,
Nappy smokin 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 and bring 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 it made us cuss more
on, but it was hard - stepped 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 MUST believe we fall!

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

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

My gon' be hogwild,
bet that from that to that toota-file
Hell naw, them country boys headed south for six miles
Kentucky mah, them kinfolk, twankies them hundred-spokes
Skullied on that front po'ch, you know they got 'dro
Seventy-nine coupe DeVille cal patty grill
Interstate 65 headin down to
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
Crack Corn, cross the county line with Mary Jane
A long time, a road, to cash and fame and sold my soul
To Hell and back, and back and forth, with jeans and nappy 'fro

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

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

{Repeat Hook over this
country boys
With big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
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 that cat in Kentucky
Outta Bowling Green, you're holdin cream
Mess wit a city slicker, we could a team
We'll talk in codes, "smoke" 'll be the box
Could be the hamhots, could be the
make wild mills, how ill
I'll show you how ? feel, trade in that cow grill

(Twista)
Finna hit the south, get up out the
smokin on a feelin pretty good
with a hood chick hit it lil bit
now she call me daddy in the full of wood
me country, tv's on the headrest
even if there aint no seats in the of me
i'll the dvd's for the cars
and the streets and the in back of me
i'm chill, in a chevy with a
with a black cadillac got the
if it aint got 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 roots and twista, if it aint dope, then don't call it country

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

Them boys
With big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And awwwwwwww!