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Yo, this is the Remix

Killah kid, nappy roots... ready?

UH.... they done it... let the country 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
Y'all done up and it
Ah, y'all done up and it
Man y'all up and done it

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My first was like forty-eight bars with no hook
You me flippin 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, Tez'll a sweat just tryin to make beats
been the hustler,
flirtin' with all his customers, and broke,
Nappy smokin grass out on the po'ch
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 us cuss more
Held on, but it was hard - stepped up, took
Ran thru what we scared up, but what was we afraid
Look what we made of, heart that made us
here is alright, but MUST believe we won't fall!

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

My llel be hogwild,
bet that from that roota to that
Hell naw, them country ain't headed south for six miles
Kentucky mah, them kinfolk, twankies with them
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 pocket lints
A damn shame, grind anythang and everythang
Jimmy Crack Corn, cross the county line with 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

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

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

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

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

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

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

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

Them country
With big fat wheels
the vertical grills
And awwwwwwww!