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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 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 up and done it
Man y'all done up and it

[Fish
My first song was like forty-eight bars no hook
You hear me thru my pages out my favorite notebook
The microphone was in the (What?) No headphones, we lost it
Niggas to get some water, roaches hangin over the faucets
No AC, Tez'll a sweat just tryin to make beats
been the hustler,
flirtin' all his customers, and flat broke,
Nappy smokin grass out on the back
I'm I got everything 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, what we work for
Hated for for the cussin, but the it made us cuss more
on, but it was hard - stepped up, took charge
Ran thru what we scared up, but what was we 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!
Peep the vertical on the ride!
And aw-awww-awww-awwwww!

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

My llel be hogwild,
bet that that roota to that toota-file
Hell naw, them country boys ain't south for six miles
Kentucky mah, them kinfolk, twankies them hundred-spokes
Skullied on front po'ch, 'cause you know they got 'dro
Seventy-nine coupe DeVille purdy cal grill
65 headin down to Cashfield
Glass filled, to the tippy-top, Benz
Spent my cent on the rent, left with pocket lints
A shame, gotta grind anythang and everythang
Jimmy Crack Corn, cross the county with Mary Jane
A long time, a gravel road, to cash and 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 like Bob Marley
Not parties with charties, like they swallowin Bacardi
Them butter-skin, probably like kin
Understand you 'bout to ya life fuckin with Deion

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

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

(Cam'ron)
Killah... Uh

When it come to New York, I'm the man around town trust me
Down in the buggy, I'm that cat down in
Outta Green, heard you're holdin cream
Mess wit a city slicker, we mold a team
We'll talk in codes, "smoke" 'll be the box
be the hamhots, could be the lamb-chops
we'll wild mills, how ill
show you how that ? feel, trade in that cow grill

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

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

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