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Yo, this is the Remix

Killah kid, nappy roots... 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 up and done it
Awnaw! naw! Boy
done up and done it
Ah, done up and done it
Man y'all done up and it

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My first song was like forty-eight bars with no
You hear me thru my pages out my favorite notebook
The microphone was in the closet (What?) No headphones, we it
Niggas to get some water, roaches hangin over 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

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, for more, takes 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 thru what we scared up, but what was we for?
Look what we made of, heart what made us
Being here is alright, but MUST 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 Hook this part}
country boys
With big fat wheels
the vertical grills
And awwwwwwww!

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

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

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

Hook over this part}
Them boys
them big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And awwwwwwww!

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

When it come to New York, I'm the man around town just me
Down in the buggy, I'm that cat in Kentucky
Outta Green, heard you're holdin cream
Mess wit a city slicker, we mold a team
We'll talk in codes, "smoke" 'll be the box
be the hamhots, could be the lamb-chops
we'll wild 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 pretty
with a hood gotta hit it lil bit
now she call me daddy in the county of wood
call me country, tv's on the
even if there aint no seats in the of me
i'll the dvd's for the cars
and the streets and the people in of me
i'm chill, in a chevy with a
a black cadillac got the options
if it aint got rims with the
on the block no locks than it's not mah concoction
hurt 'em with the chrome, rollin on chrome it's the twenties
this nappy roots and twista, if it aint dope, don't call it country

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

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