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Yo, this is the Remix

Killah kid, nappy roots... ready?

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

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

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My first song was like forty-eight bars no hook
You me flippin thru my pages out my favorite notebook
The microphone was in the (What?) No headphones, we lost it
Niggas to get some water, roaches hangin over the faucets
No AC, Tez'll a sweat just tryin to make beats
been the hustler,
flirtin' all his customers, and flat broke,
Nappy smokin grass out on the po'ch
I'm thinkin I got a country boy could ask for

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Now what we do to get (Say dat boy!!)
Lay it and bring it to ya raw (Say dat boy!!)
Hey now we hurt some, suffered for more, what we work for
for for the cussin, but the hatred it made us cuss more
Held on, but it was hard - up, took charge
Ran what we scared up, but what was we afraid for?
Look what we made of, heart what made us
Being here is alright, but believe we won't fall!

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

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

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

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

{Repeat Hook this part}
Them country
With big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And awwwwwwww!

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

When it come to New York, I'm the man around just trust me
Down in the buggy, I'm cat down in Kentucky
Outta Bowling Green, heard you're cream
Mess wit a city slicker, we could mold a
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 that ? feel, trade in cow grill

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

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

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