Dem Boyz lyrics

Artist  : St. Lunatics 
Song : Dem Boyz



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[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

[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 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

[Hook]

[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

[Hook]