Dem Boyz lyrics
[Hook] Like ohh better get em back push dem niggas back I hear dem boyz
come'n dirty Like ohh better get em back push dem bitches back I hear
dem boyz come'n(repeat 4x's)
[Verse 1: Nelly] Who am I you ask me you
know it's bout that grammar From any state it don't matter, from Maine to
Montana From white girls name Anna, to old ladies name Nanna They hold'n
up they banners, and run'n wit they cameras Can I get a flick you damn right
miss (Can I take a hit) here boo like this Chronic sticky like gum, I
guess that's how it comes Don't worry bout my funds, I play around it in one
(Like ohh) When you seen that hummer, but that was last summer this year
I'm much more blunter More up close and personal, it's just gon get worser
now From Prada to Vokal, the Tics are too versatile Can't worry bout
certain sounds, that come out these haters mouths I realize they can't help
it, just stay where you bow'n down Some more you can't get these pounds,
unless you gon smoke it now If not I suggest you pack yo shit up and head
out of town
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[Verse 2: Murphy Lee] They be like hold up,
hold up, hold up I know that aint them man Murp jersey on backwards wit ol'
school Tim's and Kyjuan got on so many colors just like a pimp Nelly
chain so long got him walk'n wit a limp Ali is throw'n money in the front
row And er' body scream'n Slo Down but where the hell is slo of course We
be them up, close, live, and in person Might look like the type that be rob'n
them purses But I aint I'm the yung dude I be rhyme'n them verses Worked
hard since '93 that's how I got signed to Universal Now the girlies take
they thongs off And it be crazy in the club when that Lunatic song go
off I be that pull up right beside you beat'n bad type of Tic I'm a hold
up traffic to touch her ass type of Tic Lunatic, that's what I am that's
what I said I am I'm try'n to be a millionaire I bet I am, I bet I
am
[Verse 3: Kyjuan] It's dem boyz on dem porches in Air Forces
read'n Sources My choice is ol' school's over dem Rolls Royce's Of course
this Tic shit live like EA Sports is Dribble in the club I lay up wit two
draft choices Hit the center touch the point guard, she hit the joint
hard Ohh wee oh Lord, she don't want no more Cutlass is four door, stash
for the 4.4 Smokes 1 44, what dem o's go for (Like oh) 350 1 more, 350
stick'n the floor brand new bizare smashes, g 's and c's all in my glasses
Tics fantastic we get booked more than matches Imagine, me without
those two headbands Them Vokal t-shirts with some 8 class pants Feel'n
dapper like Dan yes fresh like Mannie Cutlass candies sit down you know you
can't stand me
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[Verse 4: Ali] Band-aid, braids, bald
head, fades, locks, stripy stocks, rocks in the watch Big shorts,
headband to a cross-jersey back Ross That's that Mid-West talk, I think yo
bitch'll bark, Batter Up Naw cough, electric doors, Caprice Classic on these
hoes Ver big shows tell her best be on they toes 5 country grammar boys in
bandana platinum no gold like (Oh) That's what they say when I pull up on d's
in that old Dr.J Whole Aviat, fat laces this world is rat races Head'n
back places but it still seem racist Got locations so I haul off the wall
off if you could fall off Got a room at the Wada wit a saw that 'll take the
wall off Hit the mall off wit a sag hockey jersey du-rag Fitted still
switch'n two different shoes starchy wit tags
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