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Yo, this is the Remix

Killah kid, nappy roots... ready?

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

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

[Fish
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
scared to get some water, roaches hangin over the faucets
No AC, Tez'll break a sweat just to make beats
E-Double's the hustler,
flirtin' all his customers, and flat broke,
Nappy smokin 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, for more, takes 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 thru what we scared up, but was we afraid for?
Look we made of, heart that what made us
Being is alright, but MUST believe we won't fall!

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

{Repeat over this part}
country boys
With big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And awwwwwwww!

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

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

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

{Repeat Hook over this
Them country
them big fat wheels
Peep the vertical
And awwwwwwww!

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

it come to New York, I'm the man around town just trust me
Down in the buggy, I'm cat down in Kentucky
Outta Bowling Green, heard holdin cream
Mess wit a slicker, we could mold 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 cow grill

(Twista)
Finna hit the south, get up out the
smokin on a fitty feelin good
with a hood chick hit it lil bit
now she call me daddy in the full of wood
call me country, tv's on the
if there aint no seats in the back of me
i'll the dvd's for the cars
and the streets and the in back of me
i'm chill, in a with a grill
with a cadillac got the options
if it got rims with the drop
on the with no locks than it's not mah concoction
hurt 'em the chrome, rollin on chrome rims it's the twenties
this nappy roots and twista, if it aint dope, don't call it country

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

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