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Yo, this is the Remix

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

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

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

Scales]
My first was like forty-eight bars with no hook
You hear me thru my pages out my favorite notebook
The was in the closet (What?) No headphones, we lost it
Niggas scared to get water, roaches hangin over the faucets
No AC, Tez'll a sweat just tryin to make beats
E-Double's the hustler,
flirtin' with all his customers, and broke,
smokin grass out on the back po'ch
I'm thinkin I got everything a boy could ask for

V]
Now what we do to get (Say dat boy!!)
Lay it down and it to ya raw (Say dat boy!!)
Hey now we hurt some, suffered for more, takes what we for
Hated for for the cussin, but the hatred it us cuss more
Held on, but it was hard - stepped up, charge
Ran thru what we scared up, but what was we for?
Look what we made of, heart that made us
here is alright, but MUST believe we won't fall!

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

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

My llel be hogwild,
bet that from roota to that toota-file
Hell naw, them country ain't headed 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 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 damn shame, gotta anythang and everythang
Jimmy Crack Corn, 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, with same jeans and nappy

[R
I might, hop off the Harley, spoke mine like Bob
Not with charties, wallin like they swallowin Bacardi
butter-skin, probably gutted like kin
Understand you 'bout to lose ya life fuckin 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
With them big fat
the vertical grills
And awwwwwwww!

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

When it come to New York, I'm the man around town just me
in the buggy, I'm that cat down in Kentucky
Outta Green, heard you're holdin cream
Mess wit a city slicker, we could mold a
talk in codes, "smoke" 'll be the sand box
Could be the hamhots, could be the
we'll make mills, how ill
show you how that ? feel, trade in that cow grill

(Twista)
Finna hit the south, get up out the
on a fitty feelin pretty good
with a hood chick hit it lil bit
now she call me in the county full of wood
call me country, tv's on the
if there aint no seats in the back of me
i'll the dvd's for the cars
and the and the people in back of me
i'm chill, in a chevy a grill
with a black got the options
if it got rims 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 dope, then don't call it country

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

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