Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dem Boyz, artist - Nelly. Date of issue: 24.06.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dem Boyz |
| Like ohh better get em back watch dem niggas back |
| I hear dem boyz come’n derty |
| Like ohh better get em back watch dem bitches back |
| I hear dem boyz come’n (repeat 4x's) |
| 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 hatersmouths |
| 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 |
| 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 ofcourse |
| 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 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 Andy freeze all his fees, locks, stripy stocks, rocks in thewatch |
| 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 |