Nelly - Dem Boyz Lyrics
[hook]Like ohh better get em back watch dem niggas backI hear dem boyz comen dertyLike ohh better get em back watch dem *****es backI hear dem boyz comen(repeat 4xs)[verse 1: nelly]Who am I you ask me you know its bout that grammarFrom any state it dont matter, from here to montanaFrom whit girls name anna, to old ladies name nannaThey holdn up they banners, and runn wit they camerasCan I get a flick you damn right miss(can I take a hit) here boo like thisChronic sticky like gum, I guess thats how it comesDont worry bout my funds, I play around it in one (like ohh)When you seen that hummer, but that was last summerThis year Im more blunterMore up close and personal, its just gon get worser nowFrom prada to vokal, the tics are too versatileCant worry bout certain sounds, that come out these haters mouthsI realize they cant help it, just stay where you bown downSome more you cant get these pounds, unless you gon smoke it nowIf not I suggest you pack yo shit up and head out of town[hook][verse 2: murphy lee]They be like hold up, hold up, hold up I know that aint them manMurp jersey on backwards wit ol school tims andKyjuan got on so many colors just like a pimpNelly chain so long got him walkn wit a limpAli is thrown money in the front rowAnd er body screamn slo down but where the hell is slo of courseWe be them up, close, live, and in personMight look like the type that be robn them pursesBut I aint Im the yung dude I be rhymen them versesWorked hard since 93 thats how I got signed to universalNow the girlies take they thongs offAnd it be crazy in the club when that lunatic song go offI be that pull up right beside you beatn bad type of ticIm a hold up traffic to touch her ass type of ticLunatic, thats what I am thats what I said I amIm tryn to be a millionaire I bet I am, I bet I am[verse 3: kyjuan]Its dem boyz on dem porches in air forces readn sourcesMy choice is ol schools over dem rolls roycesOf course this tic shit live like ea sports isDribble in the club I lay up wit two draft choicesHit the center touch the point guard, she hit the joint hardOhh wee oh lord, she dont want no moreCutlass is four door, stash for the 4.4Smokes 1 44, what dem os go for (like oh)350 1 more, 350 stickn the floor brand new bizareSmashes, g s and cs all in my glassesTics fantastic we get booked more than matchesImagine, me without those two headbandsThem vokal t-shirts with some 8 class pantsFeeln dapper like dan yes fresh like mannieCutlass candies sit down you know you cant stand me[hook][verse 4: ali]Band-aids,braids, bald head, fades, locks, stripy stocks, rocks in the watchBig shorts, headband to a cross-jersey back rossThats that mid-west talk, I think yo future boss batter upNaw cough, and let you know caprice classic on these hoesVer big shows tell her best be on they toes5 country grammar boys in bandana platinum no gold like (oh)Thats what they say when I pull up on ds in that old dr.jHold a v a, fat laces this world is rat racesHeadn back places but it still seem racistGot locations so I haul off the wall off if you could fall offGot a room at the wada wit a saw that ll take the wall offHit the mall off wit a sag hockey jersey du-ragFitted still switchn two different shoes starchy wit tags[hook]
