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Yo, is the Roc-A-Fella Remix

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

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

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

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My first song was like forty-eight bars no hook
You hear me flippin thru my out my favorite notebook
The was in the closet (What?) No headphones, we lost it
Niggas scared to get some water, roaches hangin over the
No AC, Tez'll a sweat just tryin to make beats
E-Double's the hustler,
with all his customers, and flat broke,
Nappy smokin grass out on the back
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 what we for
Hated for for the cussin, but the hatred it made us more
on, but it was hard - stepped up, took charge
Ran thru what we scared up, but what was we for?
what we made of, heart that what made us
Being here is alright, but MUST believe we fall!

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

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

My llel be hogwild,
bet that from that roota to that
Hell naw, country boys ain't headed south for six miles
Kentucky mah, them kinfolk, twankies with them
Skullied on that front po'ch, 'cause you they got 'dro
Seventy-nine coupe DeVille purdy cal patty
Interstate 65 headin down to
filled, to the tippy-top, back-seat Benz
Spent my last on the rent, left with 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 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
Them butter-skin, probably like kin
Understand you 'bout to lose ya life fuckin Deion

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
them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And awwwwwwww!

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

When it come to New York, I'm the man around just trust me
Down in the buggy, I'm that cat in Kentucky
Outta Bowling Green, heard holdin cream
Mess wit a city slicker, we could a team
talk in codes, "smoke" 'll be the sand box
Could be the hamhots, be the lamb-chops
we'll 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 feelin pretty good
a hood chick gotta hit it lil bit
now she call me daddy in the county full of
me country, tv's on the headrest
even if there aint no seats in the of me
i'll the dvd's for the cars
and the streets and the people in of me
i'm chill, in a chevy with a
a black cadillac got the options
if it aint got with the drop
on the block no locks than it's not mah concoction
hurt 'em the chrome, rollin on chrome rims it's the twenties
nappy 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 vertical on the ride!
And aw-awww-awww-awwwww!

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