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Yo, this is the Remix

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

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

Awnaw! naw! Man
Y'all up and done it
Awnaw! naw! Boy
done up and done it
Awnaw! naw! Boy
done 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 forty-eight with no hook
You hear me flippin thru my out my favorite notebook
The microphone was in the closet (What?) No headphones, we it
Niggas scared to get some water, roaches hangin 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,
Nappy smokin out on the back po'ch
I'm thinkin I got everything a 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, suffered for more, what 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 what we scared up, but what was we afraid for?
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 over this part}
Them country
them big fat wheels
Peep the grills
And awwwwwwww!

My gon' be hogwild,
bet that that roota to that toota-file
Hell naw, country 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
Seventy-nine coupe DeVille purdy cal patty
65 headin down to Cashfield
Glass filled, to the tippy-top, back-seat
Spent my last cent on the rent, left with pocket
A shame, gotta grind anythang and everythang
Jimmy Crack Corn, the county line with Mary Jane
A time, a gravel road, to cash and fame and sold my soul
To Hell and back, and and forth, with same jeans and nappy 'fro

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

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

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

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

When it come to New York, I'm the man town just trust me
Down in the buggy, I'm cat down in Kentucky
Outta Bowling Green, 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, could be the
we'll wild mills, how ill
I'll show you how that ? feel, in that cow grill

(Twista)
Finna hit the south, get up out the
smokin on a fitty feelin good
with a hood gotta hit it lil bit
now she call me daddy in the county full of
call me country, 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 a grill
with a cadillac got the options
if it aint got rims with the
on the block with no than it's not mah concoction
hurt 'em with the chrome, on chrome rims it's the twenties
this nappy roots and twista, if it aint dope, don't call it country

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

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