Nelly - Dem Boyz lyrics

[Hook] [x4] Like, oh, better get them back, watch them n******gs' back I hear them boys coming dirty Like, oh, better get them back, watch them b**hes' back I hear them boys coming [Verse 1: Nelly] 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 sh** up and head out of town [Hook] [x4] [Verse 2: Murphy Lee] 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 a**' 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 [Verse 3: Kyjuan] 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 sh** 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 Cutla** 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 gla**es 'Tics fantastic, we get booked more than matches Imagine me without those two headbands Them Vokal t-shirts with some eight cla** pants Feeling dapper like Dan, yes, fresh like Mannie Cutla** candies sit down, you know you can't stand me [Hook] [x4] [Verse 4: Ali] Andy freezes all his fees, locks, stripy stocks, rocks in the watch Big shorts, headband to a cross-jersey back Ross That's that mid-west talk, I think your future boss' Batter Up No, cough, and let you know Caprice Cla**ic's on these hoes For big shows, tell her, best be on they toes Five Country Grammar boys in bandana's, platinum, no gold like oh That's what they say when I pull up on d's in that old Dr J Hold -, 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 [Hook] [x4]