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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 y'all up and done it

[Fish
My first song was like 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 to make beats
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 country boy 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, what we work for
Hated for for the cussin, but the hatred it made us more
on, but it was hard - stepped up, took charge
Ran thru what we up, but what was we afraid for?
Look we made of, heart that what made us
Being here is alright, but MUST we won't fall!

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

{Repeat Hook over this
Them country
them big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And awwwwwwww!

My llel be hogwild,
bet that that roota to that toota-file
Hell naw, country boys ain't headed south for six miles
mah, them kinfolk, twankies with them hundred-spokes
Skullied on that front po'ch, 'cause you know they got
coupe DeVille purdy cal patty grill
Interstate 65 down to Cashfield
Glass filled, to the tippy-top, Benz
Spent my last cent on the rent, left with lints
A shame, gotta grind anythang and everythang
Jimmy Corn, cross the county line with Mary Jane
A long time, a gravel road, to cash and fame and sold my
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 parties with charties, wallin they swallowin Bacardi
butter-skin, probably gutted like kin
Understand you to lose 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 Hook over this
Them country
them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
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 you're holdin
Mess wit a city slicker, we mold a team
talk in codes, "smoke" 'll be the sand box
Could be the hamhots, could be the
make wild mills, how ill
I'll you how that ? feel, trade in that cow grill

(Twista)
hit the south, get up out the city
smokin on a feelin pretty good
with a hood chick hit it lil bit
now she me daddy in the county full of wood
call me country, 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 chevy a grill
a black cadillac got the options
if it aint got with the drop
on the block no locks than it's not mah concoction
hurt 'em with the chrome, rollin on chrome rims it's the
this nappy roots and twista, if it aint dope, don't call it country

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

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