Dem Boyz lyrics

Artist  : Nelly 
Song : Dem Boyz
 
"Dem Boyz"
(feat. St. Lunatics)

[Hook]
Like ohh better get em back watch dem niggas back

I hear dem boyz come'n dirty 
Like ohh better get em back watch dem bit*hes
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 here to
Montana
From whit 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 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 sh*t 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 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 as* 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 sh*t 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

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Ali]
Andy freeze 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 yo future boss
Batter Up
Naw cough, and let you know 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
Hold a v a, 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

[Hook]