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Yo, is the Roc-A-Fella Remix

Killah kid, nappy roots... ready?

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

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

[Fish
My first was like forty-eight bars 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
been the hustler,
flirtin' all his customers, and flat broke,
smokin grass out on the back po'ch
I'm thinkin I got a country boy could 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, takes what we for
Hated for for the cussin, but the it made us cuss more
Held on, but it was hard - stepped up, charge
Ran thru what we up, but what was we afraid for?
Look we made of, heart that what made us
Being here is alright, but MUST we won't fall!

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
With them big fat
the vertical grills
And awwwwwwww!

My llel be hogwild,
bet that from roota to that toota-file
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 purdy cal grill
Interstate 65 down to Cashfield
Glass filled, to the tippy-top, Benz
Spent my last cent on the rent, left with lints
A shame, gotta grind anythang and everythang
Jimmy Crack Corn, cross the line with Mary Jane
A time, a gravel road, to cash 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 Bob Marley
Not with charties, wallin like they swallowin Bacardi
Them butter-skin, probably like kin
Understand you to lose ya life fuckin with Deion

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

{Repeat Hook over this
Them country
With them big fat
the vertical grills
And awwwwwwww!

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

When it come to New York, I'm the man around town just me
Down in the buggy, I'm cat down in Kentucky
Bowling Green, heard you're holdin cream
Mess wit a city slicker, we could mold a
talk in codes, "smoke" 'll be the sand box
Could be the hamhots, be the lamb-chops
make 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 fitty feelin pretty
with a hood gotta hit it lil bit
now she call me daddy in the full of wood
call me country, on the headrest
if there aint no seats in the back 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 a grill
with a black cadillac got the
if it aint got with the drop
on the block with no locks 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 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!

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