Dem Boyz Lyrics - Nellyville - Nelly

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 

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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 

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 

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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