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Yo, this is the Remix

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

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

Awnaw! naw! Man
Y'all up and done it
Awnaw! naw! Boy
Y'all done up and it
Awnaw! naw! Boy
Y'all done up and it
Ah, y'all 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 out my favorite notebook
The microphone was in the closet (What?) No headphones, we it
Niggas scared to get some water, roaches hangin the faucets
No AC, Tez'll break a sweat tryin to make beats
E-Double's the hustler,
flirtin' with all his customers, and 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 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
Held on, but it was hard - stepped up, charge
Ran thru what we scared up, but what was we afraid
Look what we made of, that what made us
Being 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 over this part}
country boys
With them big fat
Peep the vertical
And awwwwwwww!

My llel be hogwild,
bet that from that to that toota-file
Hell naw, them country ain't headed south for six miles
Kentucky mah, kinfolk, twankies with them hundred-spokes
Skullied on that front po'ch, 'cause you know got 'dro
coupe DeVille purdy cal patty grill
Interstate 65 down to Cashfield
Glass filled, to the tippy-top, Benz
Spent my last on the rent, left with pocket lints
A damn shame, grind anythang and everythang
Jimmy Crack Corn, cross the county 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 same jeans and nappy

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

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

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

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

When it come to New York, I'm the man around town trust me
in the buggy, I'm that cat down in Kentucky
Outta Bowling Green, heard you're cream
Mess wit a slicker, we could mold a team
We'll talk in codes, "smoke" 'll be the box
Could be the hamhots, be the lamb-chops
we'll 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 hood chick hit it lil bit
now she call me in the county full of wood
me country, tv's on the headrest
even if there aint no in the back of me
i'll play the dvd's for the
and the and the people in back of me
i'm chill, in a chevy a grill
a black cadillac got the options
if it aint got with the drop
on the block with no locks than it's not mah
hurt 'em the chrome, rollin on chrome rims it's the twenties
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 country
them big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And awwwwwwww!