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Yo, this is the Remix

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

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My first song was like bars with no hook
You hear me flippin thru my out my favorite notebook
The microphone was in the (What?) No headphones, we lost it
Niggas scared to get some water, hangin over the faucets
No AC, Tez'll break a sweat 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 everything a country boy 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, what we work for
for for the cussin, but the hatred it made us cuss more
Held on, but it was hard - stepped up, charge
Ran what we scared up, but what was we afraid for?
Look what we made of, that what made us
Being is alright, but MUST believe we won't fall!

Them country 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 country
With them big fat
Peep the vertical
And awwwwwwww!

My gon' be hogwild,
bet that that roota to that toota-file
Hell naw, them boys ain't headed south for six miles
mah, them kinfolk, twankies with them hundred-spokes
Skullied on that front po'ch, 'cause you they got 'dro
coupe DeVille purdy cal patty grill
Interstate 65 headin to Cashfield
Glass filled, to the tippy-top, Benz
Spent my last on the rent, left with pocket lints
A damn shame, gotta anythang and everythang
Jimmy Crack Corn, cross the county with Mary Jane
A long time, a road, to cash and fame and sold 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 like Bob Marley
Not parties with charties, wallin like they swallowin
butter-skin, probably gutted like kin
Understand you to lose ya life fuckin with Deion

country 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}
country boys
With big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And awwwwwwww!

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

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

(Twista)
Finna hit the south, get up out the
smokin on a fitty feelin pretty
with a hood chick hit it lil bit
now she call me daddy in the county full of
me country, tv's on the headrest
even if there no seats in the back of me
i'll play the dvd's for the
and the streets and the people in 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 with no than it's not mah concoction
hurt 'em with the chrome, rollin on chrome it's the twenties
this nappy and twista, if it aint dope, then 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 country
With them big fat
the vertical grills
And awwwwwwww!