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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
done up and done it
Ah, y'all up and done it
Man y'all up and done it

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

V]
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, takes we work for
Hated for for the cussin, but the hatred it us cuss more
on, but it was hard - stepped up, took charge
Ran thru what we scared up, but what was we afraid
Look we made of, heart that what made us
Being here is alright, but MUST we won't fall!

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

Hook over this part}
Them country
With them big fat
Peep the grills
And awwwwwwww!

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

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

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

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

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

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

(Twista)
Finna hit the south, get up out the
smokin on a feelin pretty good
a hood chick gotta hit it lil bit
now she call me in the county full of wood
call me country, tv's on the
even if there aint no seats in the of me
i'll play the for the cars
and the streets and the in back of me
i'm chill, in a chevy a grill
with a black cadillac got the
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 the twenties
this nappy roots and twista, if it aint dope, then don't it country

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

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