Nelly – Dem Boyz ft. St. Lunatics

Download clean vinyl LP CD free mp3 audio song by Nelly and this music is titled “Dem Boyz”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of an album which is titled “Nellyville” And it was released in the year 2002.

 

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Like, oh, better get them back, watch them niggas’ back

I hear them boys coming dirty

Like, oh, better get them back, watch them bitches’ back

I hear them boys coming

Like, oh, better get them back, watch them niggas’ back

I hear them boys coming dirty

Like, oh, better get them back, watch them bitches’ back

I hear them boys coming

Who am I you ask me, you know it’s ’bout that grammar

From any state, it don’t matter, from here to Montana

From white girls named Anna to old ladies named Nanna

They holding up their banners and running with their cameras

Can I get a flick, you’re damn right, miss

“Can I take a hit”, “Here, boo, like this”

Chronic’s sticky like gum, I guess that’s how it comes

Don’t worry ’bout my funds, I play around it in one

When you’ve seen that Hummer but that was last summer

This year I’m more blunter, more up close and personal

It’s just gon’ get worse 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’re bowing down some more

You can’t get these pounds, unless you gon’ smoke it now

If not, I suggest you pack your shit up and head out of town

Like, oh, better get them back, watch them niggas’ back

I hear them boys coming dirty

Like, oh, better get them back, watch them bitches’ back

I hear them boys coming

Like, oh, better get them back, watch them niggas’ back

I hear them boys coming dirty

Like, oh, better get them back, watch them bitches’ back

I hear them boys coming

They be like, “Hold up, hold up, hold up, I know that ain’t them, man”

Murp jersey on backwards with old school Tim’s

And Kyjuan’s got on so many colors just like a pimp

Nelly’s chain’s so long, got him walking with a limp

Ali is throwing money in the front row

And her body’s screaming slow 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 robbing them purses

But I ain’t, I’m the young dude, I be rhyming them verses

Worked hard since ninety-three, that’s how I got signed to Universal

Now the girlies take their thongs off

And it be crazy in the club when that Lunatic song go off

I be that ‘pull up right beside you, beating 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 trying to be a millionaire, I bet I am, I bet I am

It’s them boys’ on them Porches in Air Forces reading Sources

My choice is old school’s over them Rolls Royce’s

Of course, this Tic shit live like EA Sports is

Dribble in the club, I lay up with two draft choices

Hit the center, touch the point guard, she hit the joint hard

Oh, wee, oh Lord, she don’t want no more

Cutlass is four door, stash for the four-four

Smokes’ one four-four’s, what them oh’s go for

Three-fifty’s one more, three-fifty stick in the floor

Brand new Azure smashes, G’s and C’s all in my glasses

‘Tics fantastic, we get booked more than matches

Imagine me without them two headbands

Them Vokal t-shirts with some eight class pants

Feeling dapper like Dan, yes, fresh like Mannie

Cutlass candies sit down, you know you can’t stand me

Like, oh, better get them back, watch them niggas’ back

I hear them boys coming dirty

Like, oh, better get them back, watch them bitches’ back

I hear them boys coming

Like, oh, better get them back, watch them niggas’ back

I hear them boys coming dirty

Like, oh, better get them back, watch them bitches’ back

I hear them boys coming

Band Aids, Braids, Bald Heads, Fades, Locs

Stripey socks, rocks in the watch

Big shorts (shorts), headband to a cross-jersey back Ross (Ross)

That’s that mid-west talk, I think your future boss’ Batter Up

No, cough, and let you know Caprice Classic’s on these hoes

For big shows, tell her, best be on they toes

Five Country Grammar boys in bandanas, platinum, no gold like oh

That’s what they say when I pull up on d’s in that old Dr J

Old 88, fat laces, this world is rat races

Heading back places but it still seems racist

Got locations so I haul off the wall off if you could fall off

Got a room at the Wada with a saw that’ll take the wall off

Hit the mall off with a sag, hockey jersey, do rag

Fitted still, switching two different shoes, starchy with tags

Like, oh