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from Club Bangers (2006)
Wait a minute motherfucker
<i>[Intro - Polow Da Don]</i> I got all this money in my hand and I'm lookin at you girl (So what you gon do) Who? Me? I'm Polow Da Don And these my boys they Field Mob let's go <i>[Hook - Shawn Jay]</i> I used to have a girl 'til I met you (met you) I bet all the niggaz sweat you (sweat you) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Way too pretty and ya thick too (thick too) I'll never disrespect you (never) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) <i>[Bridge]</i> Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) <i>[Verse 1 - Shawn Jay]</i> I want her (want her) she know it (she know it) Look how she lick her lips man she posin (she posin) Neighborhood dime project broad Somebody baby mama fine no stretch marks I'm Shawn (I'm Shawn) get a better view (yep) Yellow diamonds same color Theraflu New shoes new shirt new jeans (new jeans) So cool so fresh so clean (so clean) You got me fantasizin wonder how the sex feel I beat the pussy all night on a Ex pill So drunk so high so ready (so ready) Club close had her ridin shottie in the Chevy like <i>[Hook - Shawn Jay]</i> I used to have a girl 'til I met you (met you) (yeah right) I bet all the niggaz sweat you (sweat you) (mmhmm) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Way too pretty and ya thick too (thick too) (I know) I'll never disrespect you (never) (mmm whatever) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) <i>[Verse 2 - Chevy P aka Smoke]</i> She got nice breasts (big breasts) big booty (nice booty) But I ain't frontin bend over and moon me (moon me) Tonight I brought a lot of change I ain't runnin out So why not make it rain for them thunder thighs I'm fly (I'm fly) like my pants zipper (like my pants zipper) Fresher than old dude and his man wit him Look good smell good I'm good (Whats good Chevy) whats up how you doin You so gotdamn fine I gotta have ya I beat the pussy all night on Viagra So geeked so right so crunk I let her drive while I ride shotty in my donk like <i>[Hook - Shawn Jay]</i> I used to have a girl 'til I met you (met you) (yeah right) I bet all the niggaz sweat you (sweat you) (mmhmm) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Way too pretty and ya thick too (thick too) (I know) I'll never disrespect you (never) (mmm whatever) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) <i>[Verse 3 - Shawn Jay]</i> I got the chick on my jock she want the big harpoon (poon) Skip the marriage for the honeymoon (moon) I'll be damned now we back at the room (room) And I'm diggin in the puddin wit a 9 inch spoon Ladies say I got the glow All this ice got me feelin like a eskimo Hey.. <i>[sings]</i> all I wanna doooooo It's ahh ahh I'm throoooough <i>[Chevy P aka Smoke]</i> Chevy P my life is like a fairy ta-yale (tail) From Monday to Sunday a different female My O's weigh 36 on my sca-yale (scale) If you don't tell I can sell Clientele whippin yayo Its jumpin like the lark straighten on yo Kangol Strip.. club the home of ass and titties So baby bend over for me girl let me spin it <i>[Hook - Shawn Jay]</i> I used to have a girl 'til I met you (met you) (yeah right) I bet all the niggaz sweat you (sweat you) (mmhmm) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Way too pretty and ya thick too (thick too) (I know) I'll never disrespect you (never) (mmm whatever) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) <i>[Bridge]</i> Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
field mob, i'm shawn J and him, thats boondoc
i represent the south, and thats the way i'm a keep it if u got game then peep it, its the southern way i wouldn't have it no other way, so mutha fuck what the others say, love it or leave. yes its hard but its fair, gotta hustle to get it keep grindin and grindin, and soon u will get it, the struggle is in me, thats how i had to live, thats why i'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit, mashin the flo master to the floor, petal to the metal hear the dual pipes roar, wanna be a balla shot caller, twenty inch blades skinny benny tryin to get paid chorus we them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map, ridin heavy big bodies and vogues we drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swishers and boy we love fucking them hoes(repeat) damn real i'm a country ass nigga, shawn show no shame bare-foot on your block selling rock cocaine georgia boy from the south spit when i talk, smack when i eat, from the field pimp when i walk whoa, lil daddy he ain't even not ready field mob come ridin a stretch box chevy, follow me now, i'm a take you where the good dope at call it butter where the hood folks at, in the gutter stay low, keep movin nah you can't stop them boys infrared dot your du-rag and tanktop that guerilla coke grown suburban word with more grams than a old folks home now this the way i slang dick every which a way, best get your bitch and pray she don't wanna get with J but if i do mack your bitch, you just shit outta luck like leprechaun laxative chorus i get sick if i ain't home in the south u can hear it in my voice watch i get on the track and ride like a rolls royce and lean in it, spit s |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
I'm ready to flee to a better place Go West, South, and East, whatever the way Let's make a move, hurry up lets go now You got to believe we can get away I'm tired of doin what the devils say We got nothin to lose, take my hand lemme help ya I want to be free, c'mon brotha I want to be free, help each otha I want to be free, love ya sista I want to be free, dont you miss her I want to be free. (lalalalalalala). I want to be free [Kalage] Master say being born colored was the worst disease And we the worst to bread, Worse than flees As long as I work for he, I work for free He beat me like a dick in jail and cursed at me I'm certain we, weren't put on this earth to be, Bustled Nobody deserve to be, hustled Look here, run I dare ya I catch ya, I'ma give ya more lashes than mascara If its pride or die, im choosin respect I saw my daddy hung dead, wit a noose on his neck My niece got raped pregnant, wont tell she scared Master done it, but she blamin it on drop dead Fred But one day, things gon' change for better Lord knows it cant rain forever Thats what I told my momma (mmhmm) Two days later master sold my momma (master sold my momma) [Chorus] [Boondox Blax] uh, uh, uh. I'm in the field, thats white lil niggas and me From dusk to dawn til the sun come and it leave Through all seasons, Winter, Fall, Summer, and Spring Pickin, pushin, pullin, cuttin the field Sweatin bout to dehydrate, stuck in the heat and when its cold, joints lock up barker than trees Rest, I dont get enough of my sleep Cuz master got us workin late night, and then wakin up in the wee Hours of the mornin, stackin stalks of hay Hopin the rain from dawn til shower day Wishin I could walk away But then I think about Hardaway Master cut off his hand Cuz you cant talk or sing or speak from your mouth If it aint what master talk or say But I was taught to pray to the Lord and have faith Please take me away from this awful place Cuz you can be so off today [Chorus] [Slimm Calhoun] Man I tell ya drop shit, aint nothin nuff sufferin, done dealt with more headaches the bufferin Gotta spend my time off the destructive by gettin by doe bu-bu-bubblin Cant risk stumblin, fumblin So im bout takin my life, dice tumblin I drop down the road, tryin to get that pot of gold Still out in the field, mobbin with Sean and Smoke 9 times, nine to five, im troop servin Nine, you bout tryin to eat well, get in line Cuz momma got laid off, the lil sis need shoes My brother just got popped back in his county blues and Pops been made it off, there was no money, no food Comin through next week, my rent and my girl due Life aint got no rules, descruction, one-two's So every now and then, your gonna sing the blues [Chorus] |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
Mmhm, mmhm, mmhm
Mmhm, mmhm, mmhm Yeah, all in my face feelin' me Mmhm, mmhm, mmhm All in my face feelin' me Mmhm, mmhm, mmhm (Uh...uh) <i>[Verse One]</i> We was up in the club Fillin' these with all the intention we sip of Hennessy My friend and me, I caught my niggas killin' me Testin' weed until the enemy got the Tennessee To hinder me, all in my face feelin' me Bud we pretend to weed, hennessey to silly Gang bangers throwin' them signs up and up and down Bumpin' enemies sayin' things that offendin' me Still here and we ballin' half drunk, passin' out song after song Inhalin' gun after gun, passin' out blunt after blunt, havin' fun Them niggas took a jab at me Then one push from the back of me Tryin' to tackle me and wrestle me Couldn't get me down, so they hit me in the back of the head (yeah) They had me badly beaten I gotta gash in me, but it was just a scratch to me At first did get some Vaseline A half a week, it cleared up fast and clean To a scratch you were bad to see, so I ain't mad to see I want to squash and flaten and beat Like White Castle's and crystal square beef patties beat 'Cause I'm so sick of you harassin' me, and playin' with me So can we, can it please? Before we cause a tragedy, and someone pain and agony But if you feel you can handle me, and still wanna take the man in me This time I'll have to shut you down Like Sunshine Anderson, because... <i>[Hook - repeat 4X]</i> I don't want no problems And you don't want no problems so... Better leave me alone, and gone on Nigga better leave me alone and gone on Ow, ow, ouch, it hurts...so bad It hurts...so bad <i>[Verse Two]</i> I'm from the home of racist rednecks and confederate flags You could strand them hussies, politicians and drags Cotton pickin', slave tradin' and nigga lynchin' Lead to more oppression, me Cricket caught trigger pinchin' (well) Ridin' along, mindin' my own business, God as my witness It was five in the morn', passin' along, hop in the corner No, po-lice, hold up, turn the radio down (put your seatbealt on) Put your seatbealt on Shit, God damn Give me the fuckin' weed He's gone What!? He kept goin' It's like I got enemy's, 'cause of my race they hate me Fuck pullin' over, CHASE ME Guess it's safe to say it makes me crazy Can't give up, 'cause this hate it makes me Wanna grab an AK spray strays on 8th street 8 ways and blaze the day bleed E-E-8-D-D-E-8-B Tryin' to say we pull more keys than a leash of ladies Well OK, hate me, say we crazy But lately, baby Even criticizin' the way we say things I pray everyday, but the way he hating I wish Jeff Dahmer was here, why? So he could eat President Bush's baked beans That's why I've been a crook since 18 Leave me alone, listen to what the hook is saying <i>[Hook - repeat 4X]</i> I don't want no problems And you don't want no problems so... Better leave me alone, and gone on Nigga better leave me alone and gone on <i>[Outro]</i> What's up son, it's Allecious It's your boy, smoke AKA Chevy pentagram to cut your 'cain, again (leave me alone) And uh, I got a problem with you bitches (leave me alone) I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired! (leave me alone) I can't even leave the muthafuckin' club with a clean pair of muthafuckin' sneakers 'Cause the motherfucker wanna step of my feet (leave me alone) I gotta check my muthafuckin' Polo for burnt spots and liquor stains Cause a motherfucker want oppression But wanna get me on purpose I'm sick of this shit (leave me alone) Don't be mad at me 'cause my earrings so big and brighter than your bitch, nigga And you bitch, don't be mad at me cause my tires bigger than your niggas tires on his Chevy Shit Like Lil' Darryl say "LEAVE ME ALONE!" |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
Gurl fuck that nigga sean he ain't bout shit anyway.Allwayz with them bitch ass
friends.I don't know why yall fuckin with his lame ass anywayz.Smoke ain't no muthafuckin' betta,every time call he ain't answering his muthafuckin' phone.And bitch what's that telling you fuck that muthafucker,they out on the road on tour fuckin' bitches doin' this doin' that,them muthafucker's ain't got time for yall yall local bitches.OKAY.I can't hate cuz when his ass come home I be ready to fuck the shit out his black ass.Playin' no games niggaz ain't never there,phone allwayz ringing,it's a nother bitch at all times.It's allwayz that's just my friend.Whatever nigga that bitch sayin' "I'm on my way", |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
I'm so sick of being lonely Every night while my man goes out with his homies I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved.. [Interlude] Any other night, you'd be at home waitin' on me, yeah (What's goin' on?) Any other night, you'd be actin' like a bugaboo, ooh(What's goin' on?) Any other night, you'd be callin' me, stallin' me, ha(What's goin' on?) Any other other night, I can guarantee a page from you, ooh(What's goin' on?) [Verse 1] Hmmm, but tonight seem different Man, it's about this fishy (I'm so confused) Cuz I ain't even get shhhh My wife ain't hit me on my pager or cell And when I CALL HER, I keep gettin' the damn voice mail What's goin' on? Yeah I know I'm wrong For goin' and comin' home at 'bout four in the mornin 'Hopin' ya |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
Ah..ah two times Comin up, and I feel you and I done it up together Crushed a qt time And tha fun is up Sun down, and the sun is up Late at night night and day, you was up under me Or I was up under ya Punda ya When I'm on the cut I can come to ya And when I bust, you suck it up like a pundaba You kept a bundle a under ya Gucci or a Coach bag Whatever ya got ya gave Smoke had Thats why its so sad...when ya say (ta take meee) And I gotta disappoint cha Its not I don't want cha Its that I got thangs to do peeps to see Expensive champagnes to drank trees to tree And drop mo hits than Tina T receive from Ike And mo classics than rees And Chevy caprice So please be sweet And believe in me And understand ya can't be with me But ya aint trying ta hear it cuz ya still screaming to me Hook 2X Are going (Wh)Where are you going (Ta)Take me...with you Fore I die [Verse 2] Nah, nah, nah Once there was this boy, this boy sixteen he had this girl Loved her trusted her, boy would give girl the world BUT he was working at Burger King, sorry hated him Man he wasn't that popular, sorry hated him He aint have no car..sttrrrike three The boy dat got dumped was me Wait time passed, like quarterbacks I moved on Start doin mo bigga and betta thangs Like tippers my cheddar came UP..UP..AND AWAYY HEY what do ya know I'm on TV now Can't help but see me now Even Muslims, vegetarians want meet me now But anyway....One night in the club I waayy in the back You know...V.I.P. C.I.B. Low-key Like the midget locksmith...chillin Listen..long story short bumped into my ex Talked, walked her to the bar and back to the rooomm We played doctor I played the part of the papsmith... diggin all up in her womb Next morning she said (Where are you going?) Uh um wa..well I..I had was gone kick it with Craig a..and 'nem Gotta Go!! See Ya When I See Ya!! Hook-Until End |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
Stay up
Hold ya head up It's hell in the streets boy Hold your head y'all, livin' cause it's there <i>[Boondox]</i> I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full of butterflies Somebody help me, cause my life is in the Judge eyes They got me for a Humbug, and that's some bullshit I should've listened to them preaches in the pool kid Stressin' to help me, seemed like I was born by mistake While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate' I'm playin' for kicks, hustle and rob reefer, it medicate-ed My mind, Fuck the World, we cried My mamma died in '92 so crazy, what the fuck to do? Daddy smokin' hard, and I know one day it currupt him to chillin' I'm starin' at the celin', can't take too many blows The pain be killin', got the silence up through my nose, oh These people want to hurt me, my momma dead so fuck 'em A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I feel To my niggas in the county, I might do a bit with ya Boy, in the streets I don't care with ya my nigga <i>[Chorus]</i> 'Cause it's hell Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops 'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigga) 'Cause it's hell What we gotta go through, and only time will tell When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees Lord keep watchin' over I'm lookin' for a better way I that's all I gotta say <i>[Boondox]</i> Now I was born broke, but I'll be damned if I'm a die that way Love my momma, can't deny that face And as a child, everynight I prayed For a rap record deal, man sometimes, twice I'd say "Lord save me, take me, away from here" 20 to 9, and I've been sellin' yay' for years But why we had a house, and couldn't keep it? Why we evict'? Why we get more pink slips than Victorias Secret? Why I gotta rob? Why my pappi ain't gotta job? Why I ain't graduate? Why through high school I didn't have a date? Why I had to masturbate? Wea, wea, hand me their hands Why so many not it jail? Why I let my family down? Why my uncle died? Wish it would've been me He ain't rob, he ain't hustle, should've been me Preacher man, could you pray for me, faithfully? When God comes lay him his herbs, tell him wait for me <i>[Chorus]</i> It's hell Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops 'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigga) 'Cause it's hell What we gotta go through, and only time will tell When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees Lord keep watchin' over I'm lookin' for a better way I that's all I gotta say <i>[Boondox]</i> He just keep layin' his hands on my momma again Family ties, this is where the drama begins Tellin' by momma on the floor, bitch this and bitch that Locked in my prayin' to God, "Please let me get back" He's trippin' like he's outta control So he had to of been smokin' the herb to croke Through the wall, she was gaggin' and chokin' 11 years old, and I don't need to be seein' this shit But in my tape deck, 8ball talkin' about beatin' a bitch It got me confused, but damn, you shouldn't of popped her that hard And when them folks come through, that stupid ass be droppin' the charge Whippin' her ass like a man, right and left with his fists And when he blows to the dome, now she sliced her wrists I'm hyped and I'm pissed, so I wipe the blood holdin' her limb It's gonna be all right, I was with in her bleedin' guilt She passed out, eyes rolled back, I'm tryin' not to panic Stepdaddy walked in, saw my momma, then he went in a frantic Blood leakin', it won't stop, him and the rush of the fever She almost died, of loss of blood I knew my momma wouldn't leave me She don't deserve to live in pain, she just wanted to be happy Feelin' like a pussy, I didn't help her when she ain't needin' my daddy She's back at home, and puttin' his hands on her again Livin' in the turn of fire, where drama doesn't end It's hell Nobody knows, than Lord, my soul's hope Nobody knows, than Lord, my soul's hope <i>[Chorus x3 to fade]</i> It's hell Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops 'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigga) 'Cause it's hell What we gotta go through, and only time will tell When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees Lord keep watchin' over I'm lookin' for a better way I that's all I gotta say |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
It ain't no converhation
bitch no dimistration get the fuck up out my face before i spray yo ass in yo face bitch you fuckin wit a grown man bitch you know what i can't stand a bitch like you tryin to hit a nigga wit a mutha fuckin pan |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
(hook) 2x
HATERSSSSSSSSSS! hatin cause my 20's be..choppin! choppin! hatin cause these hoes be..jockin! jockin! try me and my glock'll be..cockin! poppin! (Kalage) Why you wannaaaaaaaaaa playa hate on meeeeeee?? Is it the big truck sittin' up on Mike Jordans...thats 23's with the big ole owl, dual heads roaring Or is it the Caprice sittin' Emmitt Smiths...thats 22's on the Impala on 20 inches Mo' wood in it than old Abe Lincoln's cabin and with mo' glass in it, than in your cabinets Or is it the way we come down watchin' XXX white sex from the ceilin', visors, and headrests Or is it the ?? chain, the gucci hat, the gucci Air Jordan retros to match Even though I step on the scene, so fresh and so clean nice tek'n wit' me, I still got my weapon wit' me strapped wit' a tek in my jeans ready to squeeze, cause I know you haters get tempted to wear my neck-a-lace. hook 2x (Trick Daddy) Now just imagine if there wasnt no real niggas no hustlas, thugstas, mobstas, and field niggas On the treal, T double D, I still keep it real I love the streets that you fuck niggas named Haterville Lied on me, said I was a murderer, said I used to serve you work but I aint never heard of you I love dub-deuces, only cause I'm sittin on em and once again I'm gunnin, copped the big 500 A Chevy boy, candy green and chrome fronted Niggas hide out or they ride out cause my shit runnin I sold more oz's than cd's and lp's Baby, I'm a thug plus I'm OG I roll 'em heavy, I'm bout my fetti and the feds is what I'm headed if you fuck niggas keep tellin'. hook 2x (Boondox) I was sittin in the rankin, 69 ?? and ceelo twankys (choppin) 4 15' subwoofers (blasting) I dont like that nigga, fuck that nigga Man, I wanna shoot, slap, punch, kick, cut that niggaa! Thats what they say on the low WE'RE LOSING HIMMMM! Thats what paramedics'll say while you lay on the floor Can we all just get along? smoke trees, hit a bong Haters pussy niggas, so I'm a choke 'em wit' a thong Even the block envy me, I make a mill wit' the flo' but I'm better wit' coke and hot hennessey My peers is like queers they only get mad cause I ride rims old enough to buy beers they smileeee while hatin' but when it comes to fakes I spot more than dalmations hook 4x |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
Man I use to be stressed for bread. dead broke, jackin' off thinkin about big
butts and daggets in bed. i been a crook i done took paychecks and fled. 3 things i hate:whores, red-necks and feds. i had this one bithch told me its 100 to fuck and $50 jus to test the head. thhuuee! didn't eat when i colud go to churches and get a cheaper chicken wit bigger breast and legs. i ain't finna floss checks and stunt only time i pay for cat be at chinese restaunt. ia |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
you've got to cook it up in tha pot bakin soda make hot chop it up then put it on the block cook it up let it sit then it stop chop it up bag it up put it on the counter (repeat) verse 1 i'm a roach in a rat trap i feel like new born babies in car seats i supposed to stay strapped cause i'm country like collar greens and grits we be like spike lee they screeming nics CAUSE THEY KEEP CALLING ME ??????????????? scared i'm on the team and i see one of my enemies what's all the fuss about? shout yo mouth, cut it out ? ? ? ? ? ? you don't sell dope like me |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
My shorty done cut me loose, and left me in the wind
Got a new man wit a Ph.D. and cheese, but he pees in depends He's 60, she's in her 20's, she said I be hard in her, overworking her And when I hit from back it feels like I'm burping her She said I'm wrong for her, too long for her But she never complained when I bought thangs home for her But now she dropped me, like the pen at the end of a Sprint commercial I try to hit it she be like no, like Laura Winslow so I'm convinced I'm Urkel And What if I did misuse and abuse your clique, I'll apoligize 'Cause I aint know ruler sticks bruise the clique I saw it on tape tried to do the shit Now, she say she want somebody simple She say she want somebody gentle She said, when I got head, I dug in her cheek now she got a dimple I, I, I mean she cute with it though, I, I couldn't help it The way she swallowed my pelvis Had me seeing shit, had a nigga reaching for Elvis And I come on her head, that some I'm a miss That girl gave my dick more hickeys than a damn redneck locksmith [Chorus: repeat 2X] My shorty done cut me loose She fucking other niggas and she fucking me too She say she don't want no more If she feeling like I'm feeling then she won't go My shorty done cut me loose She fucking other niggas and she fucking me too She say she don't want no more She say she don't want no more [Verse Two: Boondox Blak] I woke up this morning stretching,yawning with a hard on horny ready to bone Then I reached on my right and realized my woman's gone I got up to bring her to bed to hit her some more, but I found this envelope Sitting on the pillow, I opened it, unfolded it, it said Dear Smoke Hey, it's me Little Debbie Cake, and I feel it's best we separate At least until I'm in better shape cause I'm doing my best to shut up and take The way you ramming inches in me Slam me in different positions Grasp and grip my hips and titties Put one leg up drag and flip me Fucking me up, down, back, to front (How you squeezing and smacking my butt) From right to left, left to right (and peeing across my breast and thighs) Fucking me early Monday, again on Tuesday all day Wednesday, then come Thursday Twice on Friday and Saturday, and after church on Sunday Hurting my stomach, beating the cock up But trip when I ask you to eat the twat, so we need to stop Cause lately I been bleeding a lot, so I'm leaving you doc To find someone that's fair and square And not so hairy there, who fucks me there with care Cause you put too much wear and tear on my derriere |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
I'm so sick of being lonely Every night while my man goes out with his homies I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved.. [Interlude] Any other night, you'd be at home waitin' on me, yeah (What's goin' on?) Any other night, you'd be actin' like a bugaboo, ooh(What's goin' on?) Any other night, you'd be callin' me, stallin' me, ha(What's goin' on?) Any other other night, I can guarantee a page from you, ooh(What's goin' on?) [Verse 1] Hmmm, but tonight seem different Man, it's about this fishy (I'm so confused) Cuz I ain't even get shhhh My wife ain't hit me on my pager or cell And when I CALL HER, I keep gettin' the damn voice mail What's goin' on? Yeah I know I'm wrong For goin' and comin' home at 'bout four in the mornin 'Hopin' ya |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
field mob, i'm shawn J and him, thats boondoc
i represent the south, and thats the way i'm a keep it if u got game then peep it, its the southern way i wouldn't have it no other way, so mutha fuck what the others say, love it or leave. yes its hard but its fair, gotta hustle to get it keep grindin and grindin, and soon u will get it, the struggle is in me, thats how i had to live, thats why i'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit, mashin the flo master to the floor, petal to the metal hear the dual pipes roar, wanna be a balla shot caller, twenty inch blades skinny benny tryin to get paid chorus we them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map, ridin heavy big bodies and vogues we drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swishers and boy we love fucking them hoes(repeat) damn real i'm a country ass nigga, shawn show no shame bare-foot on your block selling rock cocaine georgia boy from the south spit when i talk, smack when i eat, from the field pimp when i walk whoa, lil daddy he ain't even not ready field mob come ridin a stretch box chevy, follow me now, i'm a take you where the good dope at call it butter where the hood folks at, in the gutter stay low, keep movin nah you can't stop them boys infrared dot your du-rag and tanktop that guerilla coke grown suburban word with more grams than a old folks home now this the way i slang dick every which a way, best get your bitch and pray she don't wanna get with J but if i do mack your bitch, you just shit outta luck like leprechaun laxative chorus i get sick if i ain't home in the south u can hear it in my voice watch i get on the track and ride like a rolls royce and lean in it, spit s |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
I'm ready to flee to a better place Go West, South, and East, whatever the way Let's make a move, hurry up lets go now You got to believe we can get away I'm tired of doin what the devils say We got nothin to lose, take my hand lemme help ya I want to be free, c'mon brotha I want to be free, help each otha I want to be free, love ya sista I want to be free, dont you miss her I want to be free. (lalalalalalala). I want to be free [Kalage] Master say being born colored was the worst disease And we the worst to bread, Worse than flees As long as I work for he, I work for free He beat me like a dick in jail and cursed at me I'm certain we, weren't put on this earth to be, Bustled Nobody deserve to be, hustled Look here, run I dare ya I catch ya, I'ma give ya more lashes than mascara If its pride or die, im choosin respect I saw my daddy hung dead, wit a noose on his neck My niece got raped pregnant, wont tell she scared Master done it, but she blamin it on drop dead Fred But one day, things gon' change for better Lord knows it cant rain forever Thats what I told my momma (mmhmm) Two days later master sold my momma (master sold my momma) [Chorus] [Boondox Blax] uh, uh, uh. I'm in the field, thats white lil niggas and me From dusk to dawn til the sun come and it leave Through all seasons, Winter, Fall, Summer, and Spring Pickin, pushin, pullin, cuttin the field Sweatin bout to dehydrate, stuck in the heat and when its cold, joints lock up barker than trees Rest, I dont get enough of my sleep Cuz master got us workin late night, and then wakin up in the wee Hours of the mornin, stackin stalks of hay Hopin the rain from dawn til shower day Wishin I could walk away But then I think about Hardaway Master cut off his hand Cuz you cant talk or sing or speak from your mouth If it aint what master talk or say But I was taught to pray to the Lord and have faith Please take me away from this awful place Cuz you can be so off today [Chorus] [Slimm Calhoun] Man I tell ya drop shit, aint nothin nuff sufferin, done dealt with more headaches the bufferin Gotta spend my time off the destructive by gettin by doe bu-bu-bubblin Cant risk stumblin, fumblin So im bout takin my life, dice tumblin I drop down the road, tryin to get that pot of gold Still out in the field, mobbin with Sean and Smoke 9 times, nine to five, im troop servin Nine, you bout tryin to eat well, get in line Cuz momma got laid off, the lil sis need shoes My brother just got popped back in his county blues and Pops been made it off, there was no money, no food Comin through next week, my rent and my girl due Life aint got no rules, descruction, one-two's So every now and then, your gonna sing the blues [Chorus] |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
Mmhm, mmhm, mmhm
Mmhm, mmhm, mmhm Yeah, all in my face feelin' me Mmhm, mmhm, mmhm All in my face feelin' me Mmhm, mmhm, mmhm (Uh...uh) <i>[Verse One]</i> We was up in the club Fillin' these with all the intention we sip of Hennessy My friend and me, I caught my niggas killin' me Testin' weed until the enemy got the Tennessee To hinder me, all in my face feelin' me Bud we pretend to weed, hennessey to silly Gang bangers throwin' them signs up and up and down Bumpin' enemies sayin' things that offendin' me Still here and we ballin' half drunk, passin' out song after song Inhalin' gun after gun, passin' out blunt after blunt, havin' fun Them niggas took a jab at me Then one push from the back of me Tryin' to tackle me and wrestle me Couldn't get me down, so they hit me in the back of the head (yeah) They had me badly beaten I gotta gash in me, but it was just a scratch to me At first did get some Vaseline A half a week, it cleared up fast and clean To a scratch you were bad to see, so I ain't mad to see I want to squash and flaten and beat Like White Castle's and crystal square beef patties beat 'Cause I'm so sick of you harassin' me, and playin' with me So can we, can it please? Before we cause a tragedy, and someone pain and agony But if you feel you can handle me, and still wanna take the man in me This time I'll have to shut you down Like Sunshine Anderson, because... <i>[Hook - repeat 4X]</i> I don't want no problems And you don't want no problems so... Better leave me alone, and gone on Nigga better leave me alone and gone on Ow, ow, ouch, it hurts...so bad It hurts...so bad <i>[Verse Two]</i> I'm from the home of racist rednecks and confederate flags You could strand them hussies, politicians and drags Cotton pickin', slave tradin' and nigga lynchin' Lead to more oppression, me Cricket caught trigger pinchin' (well) Ridin' along, mindin' my own business, God as my witness It was five in the morn', passin' along, hop in the corner No, po-lice, hold up, turn the radio down (put your seatbealt on) Put your seatbealt on Shit, God damn Give me the fuckin' weed He's gone What!? He kept goin' It's like I got enemy's, 'cause of my race they hate me Fuck pullin' over, CHASE ME Guess it's safe to say it makes me crazy Can't give up, 'cause this hate it makes me Wanna grab an AK spray strays on 8th street 8 ways and blaze the day bleed E-E-8-D-D-E-8-B Tryin' to say we pull more keys than a leash of ladies Well OK, hate me, say we crazy But lately, baby Even criticizin' the way we say things I pray everyday, but the way he hating I wish Jeff Dahmer was here, why? So he could eat President Bush's baked beans That's why I've been a crook since 18 Leave me alone, listen to what the hook is saying <i>[Hook - repeat 4X]</i> I don't want no problems And you don't want no problems so... Better leave me alone, and gone on Nigga better leave me alone and gone on <i>[Outro]</i> What's up son, it's Allecious It's your boy, smoke AKA Chevy pentagram to cut your 'cain, again (leave me alone) And uh, I got a problem with you bitches (leave me alone) I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired! (leave me alone) I can't even leave the muthafuckin' club with a clean pair of muthafuckin' sneakers 'Cause the motherfucker wanna step of my feet (leave me alone) I gotta check my muthafuckin' Polo for burnt spots and liquor stains Cause a motherfucker want oppression But wanna get me on purpose I'm sick of this shit (leave me alone) Don't be mad at me 'cause my earrings so big and brighter than your bitch, nigga And you bitch, don't be mad at me cause my tires bigger than your niggas tires on his Chevy Shit Like Lil' Darryl say "LEAVE ME ALONE!" |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
I'm so sick of being lonely Every night while my man goes out with his homies I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved.. [Interlude] Any other night, you'd be at home waitin' on me, yeah (What's goin' on?) Any other night, you'd be actin' like a bugaboo, ooh(What's goin' on?) Any other night, you'd be callin' me, stallin' me, ha(What's goin' on?) Any other other night, I can guarantee a page from you, ooh(What's goin' on?) [Verse 1] Hmmm, but tonight seem different Man, it's about this fishy (I'm so confused) Cuz I ain't even get shhhh My wife ain't hit me on my pager or cell And when I CALL HER, I keep gettin' the damn voice mail What's goin' on? Yeah I know I'm wrong For goin' and comin' home at 'bout four in the mornin 'Hopin' ya |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
Ah..ah two times Comin up, and I feel you and I done it up together Crushed a qt time And tha fun is up Sun down, and the sun is up Late at night night and day, you was up under me Or I was up under ya Punda ya When I'm on the cut I can come to ya And when I bust, you suck it up like a pundaba You kept a bundle a under ya Gucci or a Coach bag Whatever ya got ya gave Smoke had Thats why its so sad...when ya say (ta take meee) And I gotta disappoint cha Its not I don't want cha Its that I got thangs to do peeps to see Expensive champagnes to drank trees to tree And drop mo hits than Tina T receive from Ike And mo classics than rees And Chevy caprice So please be sweet And believe in me And understand ya can't be with me But ya aint trying ta hear it cuz ya still screaming to me Hook 2X Are going (Wh)Where are you going (Ta)Take me...with you Fore I die [Verse 2] Nah, nah, nah Once there was this boy, this boy sixteen he had this girl Loved her trusted her, boy would give girl the world BUT he was working at Burger King, sorry hated him Man he wasn't that popular, sorry hated him He aint have no car..sttrrrike three The boy dat got dumped was me Wait time passed, like quarterbacks I moved on Start doin mo bigga and betta thangs Like tippers my cheddar came UP..UP..AND AWAYY HEY what do ya know I'm on TV now Can't help but see me now Even Muslims, vegetarians want meet me now But anyway....One night in the club I waayy in the back You know...V.I.P. C.I.B. Low-key Like the midget locksmith...chillin Listen..long story short bumped into my ex Talked, walked her to the bar and back to the rooomm We played doctor I played the part of the papsmith... diggin all up in her womb Next morning she said (Where are you going?) Uh um wa..well I..I had was gone kick it with Craig a..and 'nem Gotta Go!! See Ya When I See Ya!! Hook-Until End |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
Stay up
Hold ya head up It's hell in the streets boy Hold your head y'all, livin' cause it's there <i>[Boondox]</i> I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full of butterflies Somebody help me, cause my life is in the Judge eyes They got me for a Humbug, and that's some bullshit I should've listened to them preaches in the pool kid Stressin' to help me, seemed like I was born by mistake While the races dominate, got me victim to the Legislate' I'm playin' for kicks, hustle and rob reefer, it medicate-ed My mind, Fuck the World, we cried My mamma died in '92 so crazy, what the fuck to do? Daddy smokin' hard, and I know one day it currupt him to chillin' I'm starin' at the celin', can't take too many blows The pain be killin', got the silence up through my nose, oh These people want to hurt me, my momma dead so fuck 'em A small timer on the rise, so nothin' I feel To my niggas in the county, I might do a bit with ya Boy, in the streets I don't care with ya my nigga <i>[Chorus]</i> 'Cause it's hell Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops 'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigga) 'Cause it's hell What we gotta go through, and only time will tell When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees Lord keep watchin' over I'm lookin' for a better way I that's all I gotta say <i>[Boondox]</i> Now I was born broke, but I'll be damned if I'm a die that way Love my momma, can't deny that face And as a child, everynight I prayed For a rap record deal, man sometimes, twice I'd say "Lord save me, take me, away from here" 20 to 9, and I've been sellin' yay' for years But why we had a house, and couldn't keep it? Why we evict'? Why we get more pink slips than Victorias Secret? Why I gotta rob? Why my pappi ain't gotta job? Why I ain't graduate? Why through high school I didn't have a date? Why I had to masturbate? Wea, wea, hand me their hands Why so many not it jail? Why I let my family down? Why my uncle died? Wish it would've been me He ain't rob, he ain't hustle, should've been me Preacher man, could you pray for me, faithfully? When God comes lay him his herbs, tell him wait for me <i>[Chorus]</i> It's hell Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops 'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigga) 'Cause it's hell What we gotta go through, and only time will tell When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees Lord keep watchin' over I'm lookin' for a better way I that's all I gotta say <i>[Boondox]</i> He just keep layin' his hands on my momma again Family ties, this is where the drama begins Tellin' by momma on the floor, bitch this and bitch that Locked in my prayin' to God, "Please let me get back" He's trippin' like he's outta control So he had to of been smokin' the herb to croke Through the wall, she was gaggin' and chokin' 11 years old, and I don't need to be seein' this shit But in my tape deck, 8ball talkin' about beatin' a bitch It got me confused, but damn, you shouldn't of popped her that hard And when them folks come through, that stupid ass be droppin' the charge Whippin' her ass like a man, right and left with his fists And when he blows to the dome, now she sliced her wrists I'm hyped and I'm pissed, so I wipe the blood holdin' her limb It's gonna be all right, I was with in her bleedin' guilt She passed out, eyes rolled back, I'm tryin' not to panic Stepdaddy walked in, saw my momma, then he went in a frantic Blood leakin', it won't stop, him and the rush of the fever She almost died, of loss of blood I knew my momma wouldn't leave me She don't deserve to live in pain, she just wanted to be happy Feelin' like a pussy, I didn't help her when she ain't needin' my daddy She's back at home, and puttin' his hands on her again Livin' in the turn of fire, where drama doesn't end It's hell Nobody knows, than Lord, my soul's hope Nobody knows, than Lord, my soul's hope <i>[Chorus x3 to fade]</i> It's hell Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops 'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys or blocks (my nigga) 'Cause it's hell What we gotta go through, and only time will tell When the pain is over, I'm down on my knees Lord keep watchin' over I'm lookin' for a better way I that's all I gotta say |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
(hook) 2x
HATERSSSSSSSSSS! hatin cause my 20's be..choppin! choppin! hatin cause these hoes be..jockin! jockin! try me and my glock'll be..cockin! poppin! (Kalage) Why you wannaaaaaaaaaa playa hate on meeeeeee?? Is it the big truck sittin' up on Mike Jordans...thats 23's with the big ole owl, dual heads roaring Or is it the Caprice sittin' Emmitt Smiths...thats 22's on the Impala on 20 inches Mo' wood in it than old Abe Lincoln's cabin and with mo' glass in it, than in your cabinets Or is it the way we come down watchin' XXX white sex from the ceilin', visors, and headrests Or is it the ?? chain, the gucci hat, the gucci Air Jordan retros to match Even though I step on the scene, so fresh and so clean nice tek'n wit' me, I still got my weapon wit' me strapped wit' a tek in my jeans ready to squeeze, cause I know you haters get tempted to wear my neck-a-lace. hook 2x (Trick Daddy) Now just imagine if there wasnt no real niggas no hustlas, thugstas, mobstas, and field niggas On the treal, T double D, I still keep it real I love the streets that you fuck niggas named Haterville Lied on me, said I was a murderer, said I used to serve you work but I aint never heard of you I love dub-deuces, only cause I'm sittin on em and once again I'm gunnin, copped the big 500 A Chevy boy, candy green and chrome fronted Niggas hide out or they ride out cause my shit runnin I sold more oz's than cd's and lp's Baby, I'm a thug plus I'm OG I roll 'em heavy, I'm bout my fetti and the feds is what I'm headed if you fuck niggas keep tellin'. hook 2x (Boondox) I was sittin in the rankin, 69 ?? and ceelo twankys (choppin) 4 15' subwoofers (blasting) I dont like that nigga, fuck that nigga Man, I wanna shoot, slap, punch, kick, cut that niggaa! Thats what they say on the low WE'RE LOSING HIMMMM! Thats what paramedics'll say while you lay on the floor Can we all just get along? smoke trees, hit a bong Haters pussy niggas, so I'm a choke 'em wit' a thong Even the block envy me, I make a mill wit' the flo' but I'm better wit' coke and hot hennessey My peers is like queers they only get mad cause I ride rims old enough to buy beers they smileeee while hatin' but when it comes to fakes I spot more than dalmations hook 4x |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
Man I use to be stressed for bread. dead broke, jackin' off thinkin about big
butts and daggets in bed. i been a crook i done took paychecks and fled. 3 things i hate:whores, red-necks and feds. i had this one bithch told me its 100 to fuck and $50 jus to test the head. thhuuee! didn't eat when i colud go to churches and get a cheaper chicken wit bigger breast and legs. i ain't finna floss checks and stunt only time i pay for cat be at chinese restaunt. ia |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
you've got to cook it up in tha pot bakin soda make hot chop it up then put it on the block cook it up let it sit then it stop chop it up bag it up put it on the counter (repeat) verse 1 i'm a roach in a rat trap i feel like new born babies in car seats i supposed to stay strapped cause i'm country like collar greens and grits we be like spike lee they screeming nics CAUSE THEY KEEP CALLING ME ??????????????? scared i'm on the team and i see one of my enemies what's all the fuss about? shout yo mouth, cut it out ? ? ? ? ? ? you don't sell dope like me |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
My shorty done cut me loose, and left me in the wind
Got a new man wit a Ph.D. and cheese, but he pees in depends He's 60, she's in her 20's, she said I be hard in her, overworking her And when I hit from back it feels like I'm burping her She said I'm wrong for her, too long for her But she never complained when I bought thangs home for her But now she dropped me, like the pen at the end of a Sprint commercial I try to hit it she be like no, like Laura Winslow so I'm convinced I'm Urkel And What if I did misuse and abuse your clique, I'll apoligize 'Cause I aint know ruler sticks bruise the clique I saw it on tape tried to do the shit Now, she say she want somebody simple She say she want somebody gentle She said, when I got head, I dug in her cheek now she got a dimple I, I, I mean she cute with it though, I, I couldn't help it The way she swallowed my pelvis Had me seeing shit, had a nigga reaching for Elvis And I come on her head, that some I'm a miss That girl gave my dick more hickeys than a damn redneck locksmith [Chorus: repeat 2X] My shorty done cut me loose She fucking other niggas and she fucking me too She say she don't want no more If she feeling like I'm feeling then she won't go My shorty done cut me loose She fucking other niggas and she fucking me too She say she don't want no more She say she don't want no more [Verse Two: Boondox Blak] I woke up this morning stretching,yawning with a hard on horny ready to bone Then I reached on my right and realized my woman's gone I got up to bring her to bed to hit her some more, but I found this envelope Sitting on the pillow, I opened it, unfolded it, it said Dear Smoke Hey, it's me Little Debbie Cake, and I feel it's best we separate At least until I'm in better shape cause I'm doing my best to shut up and take The way you ramming inches in me Slam me in different positions Grasp and grip my hips and titties Put one leg up drag and flip me Fucking me up, down, back, to front (How you squeezing and smacking my butt) From right to left, left to right (and peeing across my breast and thighs) Fucking me early Monday, again on Tuesday all day Wednesday, then come Thursday Twice on Friday and Saturday, and after church on Sunday Hurting my stomach, beating the cock up But trip when I ask you to eat the twat, so we need to stop Cause lately I been bleeding a lot, so I'm leaving you doc To find someone that's fair and square And not so hairy there, who fucks me there with care Cause you put too much wear and tear on my derriere |
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from Field Mob - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota (2002)
I'm so sick of being lonely Every night while my man goes out with his homies I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved.. [Interlude] Any other night, you'd be at home waitin' on me, yeah (What's goin' on?) Any other night, you'd be actin' like a bugaboo, ooh(What's goin' on?) Any other night, you'd be callin' me, stallin' me, ha(What's goin' on?) Any other other night, I can guarantee a page from you, ooh(What's goin' on?) [Verse 1] Hmmm, but tonight seem different Man, it's about this fishy (I'm so confused) Cuz I ain't even get shhhh My wife ain't hit me on my pager or cell And when I CALL HER, I keep gettin' the damn voice mail What's goin' on? Yeah I know I'm wrong For goin' and comin' home at 'bout four in the mornin 'Hopin' ya |
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from Field Mob - Light Poles And Pine Trees (2006)
<i>[Intro - MJG sample from "Coming Out Hard"]</i>
1 to the motherfuckin 2 to the motherfuckin 3 <i>[Hook x4]</i> 1,2,3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off <i>[Verse 1 - Shawn Jay]</i> We came up from the bottom to the top (top) started wit the rocks Used to sell 'em to the fiends now I got 'em in my watch (whoa) Two years off the scene heard enough of ya fuckin trash We returned now to make you suffer like succotash Run up and the pump'll blast my niggaz is dopin I'm the film in the camera nigga picture me rollin Picture me blowin... Trees chiefin purple daily Weeds (no seeds) call it (Virgin Mary) Chevy they say we broke up (<i>[Chevy:]</i> Oh yeah) But we do shows and (split ends) like (blow dried hair) Hold up... Joe stop the song (what) Field Mob the answer to the question "What if BIG & Pac woulda got along?" Put us on whoever song fast slow no facade Getcha Bible check the credits Shawn go slow for God Wit that said I been blessed oh man The chain (red) like a (caffeine free Coke can) So... damn the critics yall really fake We got (hotter 16s) than that (R. Kelly tape) Make cheddar when I grab the mic... see when the Mob in town Hoes (go out in bad weather) like a (satellite) Never have to ask 'em twice do it for the fuck of it Anything pop a pill drink a lil suck a dick Who you wit fuck ya click stay in ya place Charlie Murphy what did the five fingers say to the face? SLAP! <i>[Hook x4]</i> 1,2,3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off <i>[Verse 2 - Chevy P aka Smoke]</i> I swear to God you never heard me spit it this way I'm warnin ya I'm finna (snap) like (turtle lips in a lake) (wrap) more than a (Egyptian coroner) ya rhymes are borin us Listenin to you is like watchin wet paint dry Ya lyrics I bet they taste sweet Stop spittin them (kit kat candy bars) and (give me a break) please Start writin ya rhymes yaself... as a matter of fact Here's a mirror and a (map) go and (find) yaself Cause you been fake... You frontin like you did time in the state pen But really was a nerd at Penn State Cut the bullshit ya not a hustler Y'all remind me of where I rent my DVds at y'all some (Blockbusters) (Confessin) like (Usher) (soft) as (baby food) Fixin to get us off the (block) like (star 82) Mad cause I'm comin up and you ain't and I'm buyin stuff that you can't I ain't (50 Cent) but I got (Bucks) in the (Bank) And I got a million dollar dick bitch wood worth a lot of cash If I fuck her in the butt she have money out her ass Claimin you pimpin but ain't got one bitch The only (hoes (hose)) is the one you (water ya lawn wit) To you hoes that fuck for fun and the ones that fuck for fetti If you ain't finna fuck Shawn then you ain't finna fuck Chevy To The Source like a groupie in love with (Jordan Jackson Vick Ervin and Tyson) I want 5 mics man... DAMN! <i>[Hook x4]</i> 1,2,3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off <i>[music to fade]</i> |
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from Field Mob - Light Poles And Pine Trees (2006)
<i>[Chevy P aka Smoke]</i>
Yay... so brand new (it's a celebration bitches) Him and Chevrolet... Him and Chevrolet... Let's go Joe <i>[Bridge ("Hey" repeated throughout)]</i> 24s on the donk go (round and round round and round round and round) 24s on the donk go (round and round round and round round and round) <i>[Hook]</i> Brand new 24s on the Chevrolet I wash 'em up everyday How do you like my wheels (my wheels) Check out my wheels (wheels) HEY! <i>[Shawn Jay]</i> Now everybody smoke but I be higher than the birds go My donk got big feet I'm drivin on the dirt flo' Naw this ain't ya average old school My paint (change faster) than the (cast of Road Rules) My tires is skinny the rims wide and swole My sound system like ya (life) I got the (highs and lows) Ya hear me comin I'll give you time to hide ya hoes Be five minutes before ya see me cause I'm drivin slow Fresher than potpourri be betcha I'm smokin freely Leather with oak and TVs matchin my spokes and peet me (??) Slow motion like a blimp I glide And I didn't need (Xzibit) to "Pimp My Ride" <i>[Hook - 2X]</i> <i>[Chevy P aka Smoke]</i> My Chevy Caprice's windows darker than my complexion is Tinted like you ridin in the car with the President And it's sittin way up in the air people wave say hey and stare Cause my Chevy wheels (bigger than the ferris at the fair) They shinin brighter than the sun I wash 'em from Monday to Sunday I (wax on and wax off) like I'm (Daniel-san) My roof's missin on my car it's (topless) like a (titty bar) I thought I saw my ceiling on the back of a milk carton 24 inch wires spin Pirellis on my tire's wheel Enough fuel in my Chevy to start a campfire wit The doors open by remote that's why you see no handles (beep beep) watch the doors go up like a Lambo <i>[Hook - 2X]</i> <i>[Bridge ("Hey" repeated throughout)]</i> 24s on the donk go (round and round round and round round and round) 24s on the donk go (round and round round and round round and round) <i>[Shawn Jay]</i> I'm addicted to choppin I... tried to stop I-I-I feel the fiends Cause see I love (Chevys) the way they (like a rock) I heard that Kanye West sayin Jesus Walks But if He see what I ride He'll have a reason to drive (Stevie Wonder) flow (can't see me) but you feelin it FBI forever Chevy tell 'em who they dealin wit <i>[Chevy P aka Smoke]</i> We the young do' slammers wear the crown around town As the wheels on my donk go round and round My speakers (hit) like (Sammy Sosa) got that DJ Magic Mike (BASS) Backseat.. acne (bumpin) like (Craig Mack's face) Pissin 'em off me cause he sloppy in his jaloppy Until I can sit my Chevrolet on 26s I'll be Blowin dro on 24s That's how all my Field Boys roll <i>[Hook - 2X]</i> <i>[Bridge ("Hey" repeated throughout)]</i> 24s on the donk go (round and round round and round round and round) 24s on the donk go (round and round round and round round and round) |
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from Field Mob - Light Poles And Pine Trees (2006)
<i>[Chorus: Ciara]</i>
They say he do a little of this He do a little of that He's always in trouble, and I heard He ain't nothing but a pimp He got a lot of chicks He's always in the club And they say he think he's slick He got a lot of chips He's so messed up, I heard He's been locked up, find somebody else He ain't nothing but a thug So what So what So what So what <i>[Verse 1: Field Mob]</i> And they say I'm a slut, I'm a hoe, I'm a freak I got a different girl every day of the week You too smart to You'd be a dummy to believe That stuff that you heard That they say about me They say I done this They said I done that But all of it's fiction none of it's facts But you don't be hearing that about your love You let it go in one ear and out the other The he say, she say, they say, I heard The beef ain't, we can't let it get on our nerves She miserable, she just want you to be Like her misery needs company So don't listen to that vine of grapes there Nothing but liars hating I bet They wouldn't mind trading places With you by my side in my Mercedes <i>[Chorus: Ciara]</i> They say he do a little of this He do a little of that He's always in trouble, and I heard He ain't nothing but a pimp He got a lot of chicks He's always in the club And they say he think he's slick He got a lot of chips He's so messed up, I heard He's been locked up, find somebody else He ain't nothing but a thug So what So what So what So what <i>[Verse 2: Field Mob]</i> Mo' money mo' problems Life of a legend Haters throw salt like rice at a wedding So what, that's your cousin That don't mean nothing Her like missing in a tight of affection You get, you just blind to the facts See the lies, just obvious drives for attention You to the fine just supply your suspicious But listen, say you love me Gotta trust me Why you stress this high school mess Break up never, they just jealous Drama for your mama, mean mug for your brother I'm the author of the book nigga judge by the cover, yes I-I been to jail, yes I-I'm grinding for real and I'm positive, they talking negative pimp They hate to see you doing better then them, so <i>[Chorus: Ciara]</i> They say he do a little of this He do a little of that He's always in trouble, and I heard He ain't nothing but a pimp He got a lot of chicks He's always in the club And they say he think he's slick He got a lot of chips He's so messed up, I heard He's been locked up, find somebody else He ain't nothing but a thug So what So what So what So what (Ladies and gentlemen! Ciara!) <i>[Hook: Ciara]</i> Some people don't like it 'Cause you hang out in the streets But you're my boyfriend You've always been here for me This love is serious No matter what people think I'm gon' be here for you And I don't care what they say Some people don't like it 'Cause you hang out in the streets But you're my boyfriend You've always been here for me I like the thug in you No matter what people think I'm gon' be here for you And I don't care what they say <i>[Chorus: Ciara]</i> He do a little of this He do a little of that He's always in trouble, and I heard He ain't nothing but a pimp He got a lot of chicks He's always in the club And they say he think he's slick He got a lot of chips He's so messed up, I heard He's been locked up, find somebody else He ain't nothing but a thug So what So what So what So what |
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from Field Mob - Light Poles And Pine Trees (2006)
Wait a minute motherfucker
<i>[Intro - Polow Da Don]</i> I got all this money in my hand and I'm lookin at you girl (So what you gon do) Who? Me? I'm Polow Da Don And these my boys they Field Mob let's go <i>[Hook - Shawn Jay]</i> I used to have a girl 'til I met you (met you) I bet all the niggaz sweat you (sweat you) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Way too pretty and ya thick too (thick too) I'll never disrespect you (never) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) <i>[Bridge]</i> Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) <i>[Verse 1 - Shawn Jay]</i> I want her (want her) she know it (she know it) Look how she lick her lips man she posin (she posin) Neighborhood dime project broad Somebody baby mama fine no stretch marks I'm Shawn (I'm Shawn) get a better view (yep) Yellow diamonds same color Theraflu New shoes new shirt new jeans (new jeans) So cool so fresh so clean (so clean) You got me fantasizin wonder how the sex feel I beat the pussy all night on a Ex pill So drunk so high so ready (so ready) Club close had her ridin shottie in the Chevy like <i>[Hook - Shawn Jay]</i> I used to have a girl 'til I met you (met you) (yeah right) I bet all the niggaz sweat you (sweat you) (mmhmm) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Way too pretty and ya thick too (thick too) (I know) I'll never disrespect you (never) (mmm whatever) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) <i>[Verse 2 - Chevy P aka Smoke]</i> She got nice breasts (big breasts) big booty (nice booty) But I ain't frontin bend over and moon me (moon me) Tonight I brought a lot of change I ain't runnin out So why not make it rain for them thunder thighs I'm fly (I'm fly) like my pants zipper (like my pants zipper) Fresher than old dude and his man wit him Look good smell good I'm good (Whats good Chevy) whats up how you doin You so gotdamn fine I gotta have ya I beat the pussy all night on Viagra So geeked so right so crunk I let her drive while I ride shotty in my donk like <i>[Hook - Shawn Jay]</i> I used to have a girl 'til I met you (met you) (yeah right) I bet all the niggaz sweat you (sweat you) (mmhmm) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Way too pretty and ya thick too (thick too) (I know) I'll never disrespect you (never) (mmm whatever) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) <i>[Verse 3 - Shawn Jay]</i> I got the chick on my jock she want the big harpoon (poon) Skip the marriage for the honeymoon (moon) I'll be damned now we back at the room (room) And I'm diggin in the puddin wit a 9 inch spoon Ladies say I got the glow All this ice got me feelin like a eskimo Hey.. <i>[sings]</i> all I wanna doooooo It's ahh ahh I'm throoooough <i>[Chevy P aka Smoke]</i> Chevy P my life is like a fairy ta-yale (tail) From Monday to Sunday a different female My O's weigh 36 on my sca-yale (scale) If you don't tell I can sell Clientele whippin yayo Its jumpin like the lark straighten on yo Kangol Strip.. club the home of ass and titties So baby bend over for me girl let me spin it <i>[Hook - Shawn Jay]</i> I used to have a girl 'til I met you (met you) (yeah right) I bet all the niggaz sweat you (sweat you) (mmhmm) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Way too pretty and ya thick too (thick too) (I know) I'll never disrespect you (never) (mmm whatever) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) <i>[Bridge]</i> Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) Now baby bend over (yeah) now baby bend over (yeah) |
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from Field Mob - Light Poles And Pine Trees (2006)
<i>[Hook: Chevy P aka Smoke]</i>
You be smilin when I'm frownin You be frownin when I'm smilin You be happy when I'm sad But when I'm glad you get mad You be smilin when I'm frownin You be frownin when I'm smilin You be happy when I'm sad But when I'm glad you get mad Yeaaaahhhh <i>[Shawn Jay]</i> I was young 16 put the city on my back Said I'll do it I did it Albany on the map Been (stickin to the script) y'all really wanna (act) Like I ain't the real reason y'all really wanna rap They jealous they wanna step in my spot but you can (sneeze) The rest of ya life and won't get the (blessings) I got I sold (butter) made (bread) plus I (roll) wit (toast) My brother call me (nearsighted) say my foes is (close) No friends its just a waste of time I know ya bogus (Crooked behind my back) ya like a (spine wit scoliosis) I'm (focus) ed like the (Ford car) (private) like a (G4) Try me get (shells) in ya (waves) like a (seashore) See I don't be on what he on we grown he wrong He gon keep on he gon be gone (Two faced) like (geminis) I came up wit you man I'll speak but I don't mess wit you man <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Chevy P aka Smoke]</i> Why is it when my frown is down side up ya smile is upside down Is it because of my fly style is it my nice house Is it cause I'm iced out and livin a life now that I'm bout through strugglin everything is alright now You see the Jag on them flats pass Don't get mad get (glad) like the (trashbags) you just Pray and pray on my downfall When I'm up ya down me when I'm down ya clown me Claimin to be my friend... but really softer than the spot In my back to ease his knife in He ain't got love for me I wrote a rhyme about it That hole ya dug for me you tryna climb up out it Ya bust ya head at the bottom now ya cryin about it Well when around came right back around and got him The more paper the more haters I need more cheese Cause the haters I got they startin to bore me <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Ludacris]</i> From the tip of ya nose to the tip of ya toes Y'all ain't nothin but some hatin (yeah yeah) Smilin in my face everyday like "what up Luda" I'm just waitin for the day to put a slug up to ya Ol fake (fake) kissers walk past diss ya Breathe you a wannabe me (me me me) why? Cause I got new whips and wreck em or Cause I got flows that make (blank) (bend it like Beckham) Is it cause a lot of money stay close to me Or is it cause you should have been where I'm supposed to be Well everyday I stay fresh whole fam got cheese So I could care less what you think about me I thank my enemies and I truly adore em Best way to get back at somebody is to ignore em I'm the heavyweight champ we'll see who gon drop Cause evrybody in the bottom know who on top Luda <i>[Hook]</i> |
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from Field Mob - Light Poles And Pine Trees (2006)
<i>[Intro - Shawn Jay]</i>
Dougherty County mannnnnn <i>[Hook - Shawn Jay]</i> Whats yo area code (mine 229) Whats yo area code (mine 229) Whats yo area code (mine 229) If I don't be in yo business nigga stay outta mine Whats yo area code (mine 229) Whats yo area code (mine 229) Whats yo area code (mine 229) First muh'fucker run up I'm layin him down <i>[Shawn Jay]</i> I'm talkin bout these fuck niggaz thought we just was gone! (Naw) Fell off the motherfuckin map naw pussy nigga (we back!) Everybody wanna be country now... Don't get it fucked up nigga FBI Field Boys Incorporated we started this shit... Fleetwooood! <i>[Verse 1 - Shawn Jay]</i> I'm well known from the mackin to the rappin to the packages of weight Still stackin from the trappin cause I'm platinum wit the yay Field Boys be on the corner wit them hundred gram boulders It's a war against poverty I'm a damn soldier Pumpin sand gun in hand Shawn the man told ya I stay on (point) like that (Uncle Sam poster) I'm a younger (Sam Sosa) got (hits galore) more to come I (run the underground) like I'm a damn (gopher) Stay in the studio I play wit the groupie hoes Face on my jewelry froze Jacob in Cuban gold Daytons on hoopties roll draped in the newest clothes Gucci to Louis my crew be basically (movin O's) Bump ya gums bout the M-O-B You get cha choice "I'll see you" or "R.I.P." I don't care whatcha thank I don't care whatcha say Leader of the New South (e-e-err) Shawn Jay <i>[Hook - Shawn Jay]</i> Whats yo area code (mine 229) Whats yo area code (mine 229) Whats yo area code (mine 229) If I don't be in yo business nigga stay outta mine Whats yo area code (mine 229) Whats yo area code (mine 229) Whats yo area code (mine 229) First muh'fucker run up I'm layin him down <i>[Chevy P aka Smoke]</i> Chevy P nigga... DTP nigga... (FBI nigga) FBI nigga... (Chevy P nigga) DTP nigga... Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea! <i>[Verse 2 - Chevy P aka Smoke]</i> I'm on the block servin nicks and dimes Movin more trees and lumberjacks around Christmastime I got kryp I got light I got that underwater grown dro Shit mixin pine quarter halves and O's for the low I bought the coupe supplyin chicks I am the mason layin bricks Holla at me I got the (keys) Chevy P (call me the locksmith) I set the Chevrolet Impellie on Latrell Sprees and Pirellis Drop the belly chopped the ceiling block 450 cops can't catch me I... got my eyes on the black Range wit the fat frame Cause its everythang my classic ain't threw up my 'Lac cane Some trendsetter... before we got popular I was rockin rose gold when yall thought that it was copper I'm the king (what) the general (who) the Dean (okay) the boss (aight) We the underlords over the whole gotdamn South And I don't care who you is or what you claim to be Leader of the New South (era-errr) Chevy P <i>[Hook - Shawn Jay (Chevy P aka Smoke)]</i> Whats yo area code (mine 229) Whats yo area code (mine 229) Whats yo area code (mine 229) If I don't be in yo business nigga stay outta mine Whats yo area code (mine 229) Whats yo area code (mine 229) Whats yo area code (mine 229) First muh'fucker run up I'm layin him down <i>[scratches of "Dougherty County" and "my small city called Albany"]</i> <i>[music to fade]</i> |
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from Field Mob - Light Poles And Pine Trees (2006)
<i>[Chevy P aka Smoke]</i>
Its ya boy Chevy P babe... Listen <i>[Chevy P aka Smoke]</i> I remember as a kid back.. in the days I got picked on kicked at... shit on spit at Get gone get back (gone Smoke) get away Havin a dark pigmentation was hard then to make friends Felt like God didn't take his time with me He musta made me late night tired and sleepy Cause life wasn't easy they dogged me Said that I was so dark the bet I could sweat coffee And peepee sweet tea and spit oil Say when ashy I lotion down in Armor All Made me feel like a loser really lame Because of my complexion nobody would include me in games Not even tag never "it" nobody would touch me Nope no girlfriends cause shawties thought I was ugly Through all the jokes and laughs pokes and stabs blows and jabs Hopin sad mopin mad before the scabs nobody told me that... <i>[Hook w/ 2Pac sample from "Keep Ya Head Up"]</i> The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots (this song is to all the dark skinned) The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice I say The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice I say The blacker the berry t-the blacker the berry the blacker the blacker the blacker the blacker <i>[Chevy P aka Smoke]</i> I ain't have Marvin Gaye to sing to me And make me feel like black was the thing to be Until Big Daddy Kane I was so glad he came Made me feel good about bein black again cause We was at the bottom of the market (Al B.) made (Sure) it was a problem to be dark skinned Until (Wesley Sniped) him In with the darkies out with the light skinned Now we got Tyrese Taye and Tyson Mekhi Phife in every movie ya likin Blade he remind me of a modern day Panther While Batman (hides behind a mask) like a (Klansman) We have to achieve... ('Caine's killin us) Like it killed the second son of Adam and Eve Ya palm is white and spreaded fist still black and tightly now Slappin five was cool but rather ya ball ya fist and give me pound 'cause <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Chevy P aka Smoke]</i> Tiger Woods say he ain't black... whatever They say Michael Jackson ain't white... whatever And Venus and Serena done beat mo white girls Than O.J. and Rick James put together Now Michael Vick's the new black hero Bet John Madden ain't see it comin (saw a quarterback as a negro) Jordan he can't hide it he look like an African Tribal leader If you can lighten him then you can brighten me up Now don't get me wrong and think I'm prejudiced Listenin to this song.. I'm not racist As a matter of fact shout out to Jamie Lori and Chad My white friends from Lee County to Bladecliff Just bein dark is it whats like bein white in the audience At a black comedy show I Was guaranteed to get cracked on and joked out Now this ugly duckling is a swan I know now <i>[Hook]</i> It's the F-B-I <i>[music to fade]</i> |
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from Field Mob - Light Poles And Pine Trees (2006)
<i>[Talking]</i>
I would like to welcome everybody today First, before I get into my speech...because I do have a speech The sounds you are listening to are provided by Kid Joe ah yea...I'm Shawn Jay and I want to make a special announcement for all the baby mamas I see you bitch <i>[laughing]</i> You too bitch Baby, baby, baby you know I love you Baby, baby, baby you know I love you SHUT UP I hate you so much right now <i>[8X]</i> <i>[Shawn Jay]</i> Lemme calm down I think I need to smoke one Ya messin with my nerves I gotta get away .... from you Battle of sexes, more beef then summer jam both blamin each other, pointin fingers like Uncle Sam I be chillin man ... she just flip on some ol' shit Woman hold a grudges like piss on a road trip she be answerin my phone like she stay in my crib worryin' about who's callin like she payin my bills complain complainen every day and I feel you gon' have to be happy with callin' me baby daddy no mo' ridin and kickin' it... blowin dro in the caddie you had me...no more (YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU BABY) What ? bitch I ain't ya (BABY) bitch I ain't ya (BABY) (YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU) SHUT UP I hate you so much right now <i>[8X]</i> <i>[Shawn Jay]</i> Lemme calm down I think I need to smoke one Ya messin with my nerves I gotta get away .... from you kinda remind me of a dream I never had but wish'd I would've pathetic like a diabetic... see, I miss her suger but not the temper tantrums One minute you love me, the next you mad hollin' fuck me U-G-L-Y no alibi yo attitude is ugly cut up all my clothes this chick is kinda coo coo nah I ain't hit her but I shook her like a Yoo-hoo I...I caught myself I turned to her Baby I dont wanna Ike Turner ya But she want me to catch a charge lied to my...she shoved me lied to her friend ... he just hit me cause he love me I hate you so much right now <i>[8X]</i> Lemme calm down I think I need to smoke one |
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from Field Mob - Light Poles And Pine Trees (2006)
<i>[Hook - Chevy P aka Smoke]</i>
Rollin slow on molten 30's gold over my pearlies See a lady I get flirty this is how we do it in the dirty At the paaarrrrk Sunday at the paaarrrrk <i>[Verse 1 - Shawn Jay]</i> Now what you gon go do after church Hit the mall snatch a hat grab a shirt Wash the 'Lac wax the 'Vert clean the truck We finna ball stash the strap and pass the purp Me and my dogs ridin old school whippin in the back street Lookin for the tickets on the strip like Zaxby's Now them hoes is out boy believe it When they be cute I have to stop em Love myself some Georgia Peaches and daisy dukes wit apple bottoms Police tell us leave we wanna chill Free plate took the cooked meat on the girll Shawty gon choose when she see me lean Make the draws drop fast like my TV screens So high think I might overdose Behind tint gettin bent tint smokin dro <i>[Hook - Chevy P aka Smoke]</i> Rollin slow on molten 30's gold over my pearlies See a lady I get flirty this is how we do it in the dirty At the paaarrrrk Sunday at the paaarrrrk <i>[Verse 2 - Chevy P aka Smoke]</i> I'm at the park tryna holla at every girl The paint on the Chevy drippin like a jheri curl We covered in candy on mustard and mayonnaise We ride 30 spokes while the others on fan blades We firin up the dro bumpin Frankie and Maze Top down sittin low chillin under the shade Watchin cars cruisin I should walk wit jewelry The broads they choosin baby how you doin Some barbequin playin cards they losin ?? get stupid then they start to shootin Patron in the trunk wit the coolers of brewskis We dogs on the hunt for thick hips and the booty Fresh dressed like a million bucks You see me I keep cologne Red Monkey jeans cuffs Then I step out the car then I thought "oh no" I got back in I forgot my one zone <i>[Hook - Chevy P aka Smoke]</i> Rollin slow on molten 30's gold over my pearlies See a lady I get flirty this is how we do it in the dirty At the paaarrrrk Sunday at the paaarrrrk <i>[Verse 3 - Shawn Jay]</i> It's a ghetto fashion show who came the freshest Who donk the meanest who paint the wettest It ain't you thats why ya chick chose me I park a big body like Miss Monique Freak ho tight clothes showin off her belly ring Look like she twenty-five prolly only seventeen It's Shawn Jay yall know how I buy homie New antique tags 229 on it <i>[Chevy P aka Smoke]</i> Hard tops and drops halter tops Broads flop and jock we watch and clock Got a plate of macaroni pork and beans and ribs Two pieces of light bread koolaid to sip It's hotter than a sunny day in hell Can't wait to get to the park like its money in the mail We smokin drankin kickin it chillin Maxin relaxin celebratin yeah <i>[Hook - Chevy P aka Smoke]</i> Rollin slow on molten 30's gold over my pearlies See a lady I get flirty this is how we do it in the dirty At the paaarrrrk Sunday at the paaarrrrk Rollin slow on molten 30's gold over my pearlies See a lady I get flirty this is how we do it in the dirty At the paaarrrrk Sunday at the paaarrrrk |
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from Field Mob - Light Poles And Pine Trees (2006)
I... I....
<i>[Chorus]</i> You say you got a man at home But he dont dig deep in ya guts And he aint freaky enough, But me I eat um up, beat um up then switch sides I eat um up, beat um up then switch sides I pour a little drank We smokin on a sac You like it from the front But you love it from the back I eat um up, beat um up, then switch sides I eat um up, beat um up, then switch sides <i>[Verse 1 - Shawn J]</i> I wanna put ya lips below ya navel Up against the lips above my chin To kiss ya low as if ya gential's below a mistletoe And let ya saddle up on me and sit you on top And lick you low like a midgets blow pop You got mo ass than a cattle of donkeys Im grippin yo hips as I flip ya diggin into ya twat You so bad Ill raw ya, yep wit no rubber Dimepiece, I'll drink yo bath water Im the best, I wont hurt ya I'll eat it up and have ya moanin Like you in a Herbal Essence commerical Babygirl Im the better man Didnt you say he dont eat ya, he must be a vegetarian Cause as long as I got this face and lips You always got a place to sit So let me treat you like a postage stamp And lick ya before I stick ya <i>[Chorus]</i> You say you got a man at home But he dont dig deep in ya guts And he aint freaky enough, But me I eat um up, beat um up then switch sides I eat um up, beat um up then switch sides I pour a little drank We smokin on a sac You like it from the front But you love it from the back I eat um up, beat um up, then switch sides I eat um up, beat um up, then switch sides <i>[Verse 2 - Chevy P]</i> She say she like it when I kiss on her neck and bite her nipples Hit it from the back I have her walkin like she cripple Im the king of the quickie, I be workin it Nine inches plus its thick with a curve in it Like a rainbow, for us the game go, keep it quiet Unless you wanna suffer from a good dick diet I dont know what you been told Yeah I kiss the clit but dont suck no toes Take ya clothes off but leave ya shoes on Dance for daddy let me see ya new thong You wrong if you expectin me to be trickin I cant Imma be gone just as soon as I wash my dick in the sink You got a husband and two kids And I aint tryin to be beefin wit him Cause he mad Im up in his boo ribs Fussin because he discovered Same mouth he kiss been stuffed wit some new dick <i>[Chorus]</i> You say you got a man at home But he dont dig deep in ya guts And he aint freaky enough, But me I eat um up, beat um up then switch sides I eat um up, beat um up then switch sides I pour a little drank We smokin on a sac You like it from the front But you love it from the back I eat um up, beat um up, then switch sides I eat um up, beat um up, then switch sides <i>[Bridge]</i> If yo husband aint lovin you right Call me.. Imma give you the wood If he dont beat it, Imma beat it, Beat it like he should We been smokin and drinkin Whats on yo mind, Whatcha thinkin Imma beat it up, but before I beat it up Imma eat it up <i>[Verse 3 - Chevy P]</i> Imma beat it so good you'll wake up wit a sore rear in the mornin Callin me talkin bout Smoke you knocked my period on And how it hurts to sit down and work And how yo roomate be complainin about her hearing us moanin Im bringin down your tears when we bonin The way you cryin out my name its like you cheerin me on I.. Eat um up, beat um up, then switch sides You earthquakin and shiver like its cold I.. getcha like a stove, hot and heated sweat for me Rub ya clit get it wet for me And when it (poot, poot, poot) from the rida-coochie Make me make you cum like jury duty You pregnant glad it aint mine Its a fact I was strapped, I aint lyin Doctor say its a lil girl good Now I get pussy and head at the same time <i>[Chorus]</i> You say you got a man at home But he dont dig deep in ya guts And he aint freaky enough, But me I eat um up, beat um up then switch sides I eat um up, beat um up then switch sides I pour a little drank We smokin on a sac You like it from the front But you love it from the back I eat um up, beat um up, then switch sides I eat um up, beat um up, then switch sides <i>[Bridge]</i> If yo husband aint lovin you right Call me.. Imma give you the wood If he dont beat it, Imma beat it, Beat it like he should We been smokin and drinkin Whats on yo mind, Whatcha thinkin Imma beat it up, but before I beat it up Imma eat it up <i>[Chorus]</i> You say you got a man at home But he dont dig deep in ya guts And he aint freaky enough, But me I eat um up, beat um up then switch sides I eat um up, beat um up then switch sides I pour a little drank We smokin on a sac You like it from the front But you love it from the back I eat um up, beat um up, then switch sides I eat um up, beat um up, then switch sides |
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from Field Mob - Light Poles And Pine Trees (2006)
<i>[Verse 1 - Chevy P aka Smoke]</i>
Nowadays girls and boys wanna lick me Her put her tongue on me him pull his gun onme I won't let 'em get me I stay strapped In case I try to stick her and he try to stick me So I'm... packin my magnums In case I gotta blast one The only time I'm leakin out my head is when I'm sweatin You ain't gon have me layin dead in my Chevy I worked hard for my rings shades and bracelet He left dead came to take it brains eraded He bled red stains in pavement His crane split slain he lay stiff.. think about it... Before you make that move this be ya warning He's ready to be squeezed like an orange Bullets penetrate ya (bleedin like menustration) I'ma empty out (more shells) than in (Run-D.M.C.'s) closet <i>[Hook - Chevy P aka Smoke]</i> I got my.. Pistol grip on the side of me And ain't no bitch gon catch me slippin cause it ride wit me I got my heater in my lap I'm squeezin on my strap Try me you'll bleed I let it rip empty the clip Run up you'll die in these streets <i>[Verse 2 - Shawn Jay]</i> Shawn Jay known to rip a instrumental You can bleed like I wrote pen but this one in a pencil Starvin artist I paint a picture Way I (touch O's) everyday for me like a game of (Twister) Achievement say I'm a legend Ghetto bitches be wishin they could spend a day in my presence I'm stackin plenty dough I stay on cloud nine Like 2Pac in "I Ain't Mad At Cha" video Now start with me I'ma target ya click The (Scope) I got ain't the type you (gargle and spit) It sit on top of the fifth small semi's and 4-4s Heat'll leave a enemy so cold Thirty feet away with one eye squinted You look like the man on the fuckin Public Enemy logo First nigga start shit Watch the tech spray a flame like a airbrush artist <i>[Hook]</i> <i>[Verse 3 - Chevy P aka Smoke]</i> Shiit.. I'll die for mine you aint gon take it wit ease You better go (jack monterey) for his (cheese) You run up on me in my 745 Beamer You catch 7 shots from my 45... eat em In my lap is where the heat's kept I ride strapped and I ain't talkin about no seatbelts When I pull shoot and blast I'm aimin at cha head To make sure you dead you better wear a bullsetproof mask <i>[Shawn Jay]</i> It's no secret I keep the nina It sit soul/sole food like sneaker cleaner I sell those pies I tell no lies Cookies same size as Tickle-Me-Elmo's eyes You don't know no dirt I'll put a hole through the head of the horse in ya polo shirt Like a nerd in a science fair hang around projects Bluck! when I stop by <i>[Hook - 2X]</i> |
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from Field Mob - Light Poles And Pine Trees (2006)
Smell like new money... <i>[laughs]</i>
<i>[Intro]</i> Cmon.. Shawn Jay's in the house tonight, Shawn Jay's in the house tonight... Fleetwood! Chevy P's in the house tonight, Chevy P's in the house tonight... Dark Brooks! The Field Mob's in the house tonight, Field Mob's in the house tonight... This the F.B.I. We got another one, act your age not your shoe size baby, Pinky ring, no wedding band! <i>[Chorus]</i> Im not afraid to say I get around Its just im much too young to settle down I got places to go, and people to see, and things to do I cant be tied down with you... Im sorry baby! (sorry baby) <i>[Verse 1]</i> She say that she love me, want me to be her husband Wanna tie me down, tryna ?? and cuff me But I cant let her, cause I got a jet to catch But I told her id be back like ?? Wasnt too convincing, she scared to go with me Say she be lonesome all alone cuz she miss me Cries when im leavin, whining and weeping, But I gotta go before my flight leaves me (leaves me) Now I could pass you like Grey Poupon Or you could wait on me shawty I wont take too long Give a nigga some space, or baby move on Cuz like a Chinese name im too young (ha ha) <i>[Chorus]</i> <i>[Verse 2]</i> Now soon as they see the Field Mob ??, chicks be tryna hizzang, I aint Keith Murray but she so star struck, (?Pretty?Eddie?) fix your ego Spit on a bitch down sit on my dick If a face ?? complain I stay gone Every message sound sad like a ?? song The wood good like the Bentley interior Get your man he a couple inches inferior She dick-??, violent too Talk shit I let you go like a silent poo Smelling me good, tryna have some f-u-n If you aint bout that.. F you then! (move on!) <i>[Singing]</i> I'm too young for relationships, so many parties, so many chicks, I dont mean to be a playa, but I gotta do my thaaang <i>[Chorus repeats w/ ad libs]</i> |
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from Field Mob - Light Poles And Pine Trees (2006)
Yeh yeh you know it <i>[3x]</i>
<i>[Singing]</i> F.B.I. Hey man F.B.I. <i>[2x]</i> <i>[Shawn Jay]</i> Say dem field mob cats relentless Ashy to to classy's a classic But they back wit vengence The roota to the tooda If you sleepin on us we gone wake 'em up BLAW Cockadoodin like a rooster <i>[Hook:]</i> it's over..it's all over <i>[8x]</i> <i>[Shawn Jay]</i> Is it cause we country We easily under-appreciated But when we rap, we snap and conquer wit lethal statements And some of these heathens hatin Or dumb for believin they can Ever defeat us or make a come-up recievin bacon I leave 'em shakin like the hands on muhammed ali On the mic, I'm like the man muhammed ali Box 'em in from the pressure, make it hard to breathe Like dat gay guy wit tracks, I bob and weave I aint arrogant, I aint conceaded But field mob the shit the same name but now they seein The hood gave us five mics but I aint achieve it We too real, we flow from the gut, but I aint balemik Indeed I'm an anemik, see so my eyein is needed I's fire my heat quick Field boys squeeze it Like we makin OJ You can bleed like ya dating O.J. Shawn Jay and chevy p. we makin folk say <i>[Hook: (8x)]</i> <i>[Smoke]</i> I remember being the invisible Nem-com-booboo No one listen to so pitiful Miserable, feelin blue Felt ridiculed, cause kids wit two Parents wit loot little G-piphanew Fishingshoes,lent and cruise Would get in groups And pick and threw Wit shit to do But pick at who... me! Im dat stupid, skinny dark-skinned dude Wit the missin tooth Who wouldnt do shit to you We just sit in two The back of the class Write raps in his pad His pencil to to his tablet Listenin to little music instrumental tracks And they laughed, wit shit to lose He practiced and practiced Wit no clue dat it would happens this fast Made his presence, he quickly grew Rapidly fast, sold packs for the cash H03$ passing they ass Like they then see me, now I'm rich they do Went from moving more 50's than shady and dre To coming up like masturbation on planes Gotta save for the rain But takin shawn first, to a jill scott concert So he can hear the fat lady sing, cause its.... <i>[Hook: (8x)]</i> <i>[Singing]</i> F.B.I. <i>[2x]</i> |
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from Field Mob - Light Poles And Pine Trees (2006)
Georgia, Georgia
Georgia, Georgia We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha Country Name Country Slang Fiens at the liquor store Lac Cruisin Crap Shootin 50 on the 10 to 4 Overcast the forecast Shows clouds fromt plenty dro And we ready for war in the state of...Georgia Dirty Words Dirty Birds Its mean in the dirty south If you ever disrespect it then we'll clean out your dirty mouth Bulldawgs is clockin These look out boys is hawkin You gotta be brave in the state of...Georgia I got 5 Georgia homes where I rest my Georgia bones Come anywhere on my land and I'll aim at your Georgia dome If you get in an altercation just hop on your mobile phone And tell somebody you need help in the middle of...Georgia We some ATL thrashers Scope your pumpkin and smasha We'll come through your hood worse than a tsunami disaster Don't know who they gonna get or who them robbers gonna hit Thats why I keep my Georgia Tech in the state of...Georgia We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha I'm from the home of the neck bones, black eyed peas, turnip and collard greens We the children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's pee pee GA the peach state where we stay My small city's called Albany...Georgia Pecan country like catfish with grits Candy yams and chitlins Gram's homemade baked biscuits The land of classical Caprices and Impala super sports Ingredients in the peach cobbler called...Georgia I love the women out in LA And the shopping stores in New York The beaches in MIA But they ain't nothin like that GA red clay Look on your map, we right above Florida Next to Bama Under the Carolinas and Tennesse you'll see...Georgia Where Gladys Knights and the Midnight Train The birthplace of Martin Luther King Where ass so plump and hips are thick Where Lac trucks sit on 26's Know where your going or your get lost Found on these plum trees in the south These choppas will tomahawk your top down here in...Georgia We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha Now I was born in the belly of the bottom of the map, Where the wet paint drip jelly on pirelliz an the chrome on the Chevy when im choppin in the trap Country as hell, dey sum warriorz, told sum to spray sumthan the same shape as Florida, Lookin for me boy, ya find me, outta Dougherty County in a small city call'd Albany...Georgia Where dey use to cAll us sum bamas, An now dey jockin da grammar Watch ya mouf unless you out foe sum mannar, Bunch of hustlaz run on every corna like the Waffle house in Atlanta Or I be camouflag'd out in Savannah...Georgia Now u might come foe vAcAchun, LeAve on probAchun Home of dA strip club, Known foe dA thyck gulz Where dA chickz put tipz in dA tip cup, Of thyck chick in A thong wit A big butt When it gettin on, wont b cheap when it on like peachtree, MAke A chick tAke it off like freAknik, down here in ...georgiA When u see dem confederAte flAgz yA know wut it iz, YA folkz pick cotton here dAtz y we cAll it dA field I got A chevrolet on 26'zzz, Im frum GA ...GA ...georgiA We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha We on the grind in...Georgia All the time, It ain't Nothin on my mind but...Georgia We ain't playin witcha |
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from Field Mob - Light Poles And Pine Trees (2006)
Live From Dougherty County wassup MBI
Paid Ooh Yea(reapeatx4)(chorus)Its Friday Night I Just Got Paid Im Gonna get something fly Betta hurry hurry to the mall because they close at 9 Shop where they dont shop so thier outfits wont look like mine well be there early or to late I'll be there right on time Lets go out Tonight its the weekend I just got paid go uot tonight gotta catch the mall before to late Lets go out tonight if you'll be there than you'll see me go out tonight The 1:00 am club close at three.(verse 1) I wanna Drink get drunk smoke choke on get lit 6K in my ring rose gold on my wrist we fina take you pocket full of paper homie outfit old school shirt got a gator on it my air forces whitier than rednecks Them billboards is flier than lier checks Get fresh like a Ginsu Blade I Stay sharp I grind put A dub into work but play hard cuff your chick I'll take your boo like a crook If she likes bananas Im a feed fruit by the foot take her home make her moan skeet kids in her face I tried to put it in her chest but her ribs in the way Had game Before I had a Deal got fame gained max appeal sean j shakes do like vagisil it's a party you and your friends just think next week we gon do it again. (Chorus) |
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from Field Mob - 613: Ashy To Glassy (2001)
Uh,it's hard catchin' these old rhymes
I cant' remember these old rhymes It's hard catchin' these old rhymes [Kalage] Shit we comin' after the whack rappers Studio gat-clappers slash jackers Them braggin' back-stabbin' non-rappin' autographers And I'm backed up like brake lights don't beep me That's some shit you ain't gon' see like a punch in a snake fight Or a preacher that play dice It's another level bitch And I'm sick of rappers braggin' bout they diamond bezelled wrists My ice this, my ice that I bet I'll melt yo shit Cause Shawn J come hotter than the Devil's dick Couldn't beat me if I was yo dick We were in the movies Watchin' porn flicks in 3D And you were PeeWee I don't blow shit out of proportion I'll stuff you in yo mama's stomach Rap her then make her have an abortion The Vince Carter of rap, Shawn tall and brown skinned Dunkin' dick in yo bitch with my arm in the rim Keep yo hoe I chase dough Burnin' rappers till sun-up And jackin' off layin' on my back tryin' to come up To get grip Shawn slick with bricks for chips I flip one-fifth of a brick Nicks go for 6 Tug a four-fifth with more glits than 6 twists I don't sniff but I spit Catch a whiff nit-wit Slick 6 style switch Like a whip stick shift I stole rap like the grinch stole Christmas My clique pissed tryin' to hit licks to get grip Tryin' to make more bread than Bisquick Biscuits This misfit pissed cause I hit his chick He mad cause I'm Indiana like Rik Smits But he don't know I'm underground like the Ninja Turtle He wanna fight but he type that couldn't injure Urkel I play the cut though Mr. Nice guy slash cut throat Spit doo-doo like you butt blow UH-OHHHH y'all best to get runnnin' Why? Shhh! I hear Field Mob comin' [Hook] Can't stop us Can't stop the Mob Can't stop Boondox Can't stop Kalage [Repeat 11x's] [Boondox Blax] Uh, it's you boy Boondox aka Smoke from the Mob That charcoal color lyrical criminal spittin' flows from yo ? I break bricks down in yo hood and take over yo block Whatever you want I got it from the South Coast to the Rocks Open up shop totin' a glock with a scope on the top Two clips in each ankle tucked low in my sock Like lil' whodi Wayne - I'll have yo block scorchin' hot You need oven gloves to get yo mail out of yo box To you rappers thinkin' you gonna come control my block Check yo face you see a infrared now way it's not Close to yo eye and in yo ears and all up in yo teeth too So many red dots look like you sick with the measles My clique hold heat too But I roll with more people Macks like Rudy Ray Moore, Goldie and Seigel Like Bebe we don't die we multiply like wet gremlins Jack Martin girl It's best you hide the baguettes listen We the best spittin' gold rhymes Lyrics stickin' to yo brain as if yo pillow was porcupine Not only yo mind I poke yo tummy like Doughboy Makin' ya bummy Droppin' lyrical bows to yo stomach Smokey done it in two years and 4 weeks I ain't lying If Jigga Jordan You can call me the Kobe Bryant of this rap shit So go get more practice I skipped college and high school - I ain't even pass it Barely made it past the 10th grade You been writin' for 20 years And still writin' and I been in this shit getting' paid Spittin' raid at you cockroaches It makes you move out the way if you did not notice Here come the Mob [Hook] |
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from Field Mob - 613: Ashy To Glassy (2001)
Verse 1 (Boondox):
Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna' trap me Every night dreamin 'bout livin life lavish A watch full of karats, a candy coated Caddy Off the show flo', sittin on fo' Vouges Oak wood gear shift, steer, and dash door Choppin on seventeen inch indies Bling bling from my mouth to my pinky Enough about my jewelry, grill, and my Fleetwood Tryna still live stable so my folks can eat good House sittin out on the hill to sleep good Livin peaceful, just like we should Money legal, no more sellin reefer No more feds tryna stick me like a needle When it's cold outdo's come in I heat ya You ain't gotta walk in the sun, I A.C. ya Don't worry 'bout that burgular comin to creep ya He trapped by alarms and the millimeter I'm a do or die ol' playa for my people, follow a leader I'm my brotha's keeper, for real (Chorus-both (Boondox and Kalage)) I'ma have me a big nice Caddy House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy Live life happy and I'm still nappy Makin legal money, no feds tryna' trap me I'ma have me a big nice Caddy House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy Live life happy and I'm still nappy Nigga, legal money, no feds tryna' trap me If you ever been broke put your hands up You been broke put your hands up, put your hands up You ever been broke put your hands up You been broke put your hands up, put 'em up Verse 2 (Kalage): What ya know 'bout havin no dough, no coat for the winter Remember, we poor folk Most cut yolk and smoke 'ports, cut throats and ya dope hoe Talk about they wanna 'Lac with four do's, no Vogues Wood kit and Momo's Outfits- Polo, pockets- so swole, Jenny Craig called- Escalade hog in the yard Breakin off ya folks too, belly full of soul food Chitt'lins, greens, pork chops, green beens Yeah I pray for that, each and every day I rap I rap with God, 'cause I feel you ain't really safe with gats We escape slacks, but government helped in welfare My folk cries to the law and ain't no help there We ain't had much, the less to brag about, but mo' to lose I ran the street, mama told me go to school But now I got a chance to change thangs and maintain Mo' so, I ain't gotta slang 'caine no mo' Hell yeah boy, you really understand dirt Well I'ma rap and you gon' clap until your hands hurt I ain't the only person feel like I feel, got ta live like I live And wanna chill, for real (Chorus) Verse 3 (Boondox and Kalage (B=Boondox; K=Kalage)): (B) Now put your hands up if you're broke folks tried to spoil ya With fried bologna sandwiches and sugar water (K) Put ya hands up, if you feel my hurt Have you ever bathed with soap the size of a Cert (B) Don't disguise the dirt then, 'cause we all know rocks It's the real reason furniture go to the pawn shop (K) 'Cause ya crackhead cuz smokin the car antennas (B) Understand see... (K) It's a junkie in every family (B) 'Member hand-me-down, tight pants, lookin slim in 'em If they too big... (K) What you do? (B) Put a hem in 'em (K) 'Member talkin over the loud sounds when the wind blow 'Cause the trash bag's replacin yo' car window (B) Man, I been po' (K) I been poor (Both) Man, we been po'! That's how it is in the Field, for real (Chorus 2x) |
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from Field Mob - 613: Ashy To Glassy (2001)
(Verse 1)
Damn you done came up short again ain't uh Cause yo homeboy fought again ain't uh but is you hoe ready for folk to kick in yo door say that the jackers kickin yo hoe please give me the reason I'm fiendin to know why cheese missin in my flow givin low Z's for the four when the price is usually eight just keepin it real you was gettin half off and still came up a few grands short listen to you brag about yo days in the past when you was gettin paid livin lavish but that was way in the 70s its the best you pay me my fetti fore they find yo brain the a chevy all over the radio and ceiling and I'ma hate if for your children when my AK sprays wit yo dome cerebellum all over the passenger seat leavin you dead wit lead in yo head in yo red candy apple capris (Chorus 2X) If you out there and you owe me Or been scared to get my fetti Or hate me cause I fuck and she wont even let you smell it Or if you see me doin dirt and feel its best you tell it You besta slow yo roll boy Or be found dead in yo Chevy (Verse 2) Wuz up, big mouth, big talk, big game I ain't pastor troy but it ain't no play it ain't no game wit a nigga like you runnin around town actin bulletproof be the one that get got get shot I got a big ole gun and ill use it too fool dont play dumb dont say Sean what you talkin about cause I'm talkin about this hoe I'm fuckin same hoe you lustin you hate that dont ya ummhumm damn let me bout to nut up uhuh okay wuz up shut up cause you ain't on my level you cubic zirconia guess who the bezzle she be lickin on the head and my peter while you be beggin to eat her better know yo role when I get pissed off then the four four blows and when the glock click hot shot spit then these hoes know (Chorus til fade) |
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from Field Mob - 613: Ashy To Glassy (2001)
The filthy, nasty, dirty, south!
I represent Albany gorillas, rock choppers, and drug niggas We bust shots and slugs on hot blocks of thug niggas I'm done talkin', I come walkin', short stalkin' If it's beef I shine in the dark and I keep my gun sparkin' Well it's the dirty, we young figgas plug rikkas Well stunnin', front with ya, we hunt and come hit ya Gizuh, now grab me and still might out run this We gonna tell the towman and woman, tell 'em sure done this They got me laughin' and jokin', crystal blastin' and smokin' Mashin' askin' for action while they gaggin' and chokin' Yeah that's real boy, them field boys be thug not You best watch the field tonight, we step into the southern house Look for field gores in tight clothes, hair weave and micros Field boys we smoke by, freak by these bow-ties Quick rain the flip flop, gangstank in the zip-locks Bitches need stitches whinin' bitches with lip gloss We filthy boy, we nasty boy, we dirty You beef with me, you be deceased, you heard me? cottin' pickers, and rottin' niggas, we takin' over we field boys, we soldiers, representin' Georgia [Hook x2] It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty Da dirty, boy it's real in the field It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty (heard me?) The filthy, nasty, dirty, south! It's Boondox like that low-down, nasty, filthy fella from the field Dedicated to southern housin' and better make a meal The southern way, no other way, there's no better way to live Like sugar ass hoes that squeal, white king easy but real Southern crunk but your station the bunk, while the bass in the trunk, while you blazin' the gun, and too dirty ain't no wastin' his bong Representin' the place where you from, the gritty, bidding player Suberbans on twenties player, swing at a grinning player Smoltin' reds, foul heads, phase fours and glats The watermelon, beer can and peaches we roll with that Want a visit well, the welcomers deader than door mat Wanna beef well, run your way, do it in 'bout four flat Better know that a contemplayer and show that Them field mob cats fill the off with toe tacks If you can't survive in the dirty, player then go back Or run up a gorilla, gorillas that tow that [Hook x2] It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty Da dirty, boy it's real in the field It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty (heard me?) The filthy, nasty, dirty, south! Feel my foes from the field deep down in the south Smokin' t-shirts and jeans, watch we go here and by Say dirty, south! (dirty south!) Say dirty, south! (dirty south!) To my thugs from the field deep down in the south Real big guns and barred paper chasin' for clock Say dirty, south! (dirty south!) Say dirty, south! (dirty south!) Get him off him boy, get him off him boy Get him off him boy, get him (get him) off him boy Get him off him boy, get him off him boy Get him off him boy, get him (get him) off him boy Get him off him boy, get him off him boy Get him off him boy, get him (get him) off him boy Get him off him boy, get him off him boy Get him off him boy, get him (get him) off him boy [Hook x3 to fade] It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty Da dirty, boy it's real in the field It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty (heard me?) The filthy, nasty, dirty, south! |
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from Field Mob - 613: Ashy To Glassy (2001)
My main girl, aint that some shit
I aint with it Niggas aint shit, bitches aint either All that fallin in love and all that It don't work, it aint never work Adam and Eve couldn't even true to each other So how you expect me and another shawty I aint lyin I aint lyin I aint gone lie I admit I just wanted to fuck some Get cha, split cha, hit cha and trick you to suck some Love and leave ya, like Tina and Rick James But I fell for your jazzy class and trick games Your in the process, I'm just tryin to get cha naked Not slip the bullet see and plus that you should be respected Never neglected gave you my all and all I bought your jewelry, nails hairdos and all your draws I call and call, straight bug-a-booin for real That's when I knew this never imagine love for you was trill Makin love was like heaven right here on your couch Beatin and diggin each morning (smoke don't stop) My wife, damn right and proud to say it My lady, I can trust I done finally made it My main thang, my lil' shawty, my old lady Took coversation wit my homies, this hoe crazy This hoe think we be goin on trips and fuckin groupie hoes And I be lyin when I say I'm at the studio Listen'n to he said, she said so she went and cheated She be givin me head and him, too Heard you be caken him and call'n him boo I want back my pink ice rings and Tim boots You can get back all this bullshit you bought me Fooled me, had me think'n you was my shawty, shawty Caught her fucked up, can't say shit so keep ya trap shut Knowin ya wrong on my phone and I know when I tapped up (Chorus) You was my main Roni Got all your game from me But then you changed on me I, I, I never would have thought that you was cheatin on me Cause you got game from me Shiny diamond rings from me But then you changed on me I, I, I never would have thought that you was cheatin on me I know it was plain for me But now it's plain to see You're not the dame for me I, I, I never would have thought that you was cheatin on me Cause you put shame on me You left me to hang Roni Love'll never be the same for me I, I never would have thought that you was cheatin on me (Kalage) Yeah, yeah, yeah Back in the day When I thought about us girl I thought about marriage Me, you, new crib kids and a carriage Thought everything was all good all gravy You was my Hope I was your Bo Brady For real, I loveded you so much My damn dick got hard think'n about your touch You were sweeter than candy And had a pussy print that look like a midget man Standin in your panties Fine motherfucker thick thighs, boleggs Thought you was a queen, hell yea I broke bread For slow sex and more head than asprin Lately huff'n and puff'n, bus'n nuts gaspin For air, grabbin your hair, you booted over Never reachin the bed legs spread on the sofa Gave you my time and money that's all I had I aint ask you for shit but you gave me crap Yea I heard you was fuck'n and suck'n my boy Dennis (sean let me explain) wait a minute let me finish While I be at the job work'n bus'n my ass You be sneak'n and creep'n the street fuck'n for cash I can't believe this shit girl I loveded you Now I wish I wouldn't even fucked wit you You can use the phone you better call Tyrone Pack your shit and be gone when I come back home (Chorus x2) |
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from Field Mob - 613: Ashy To Glassy (2001)
[Tasha:] I'm home!
[Boy:] Hey Mama! [T:] Hi, where's Smoke at? [Boy:] He, uh, he had went with this dude named Coach, but he left you a letter [T:] A letter? [Boy:] Um uh [T:] 4real? [Boy:] Yeah [T:] Let me see it [Boy:] Mama Dear Tasha it's quote unquote ya one and only baby I wrote this out cause in person I know you tried to shake me cause yous a thin line type of hoe I wanna fight hoe kitchen knife hoe ya psycho! I admit I slipped I should've knew you was a stupid hoe thinking I shot a cupid's bow but little do you know I been fucking other nigga bitches, yep that's the way to hit 'em cause she'll keep shut and keep up her relationship with him Remember Tim with the rim shop that your friend brought to meet us and the clique his bitch be loving the dick Remember Nicholas that once lived with us who be sniffing dust his wife like leather whips and cuffs Remember Marcus who sold us two dimes for the 15 how he hit that hoe? Uh-uh he need to get that bitch cleaned Remember Roc with the drop top candy flip flop box had this trick bitch lips locked on my big cock Mike and Joe I get hoes I be digging em out We have threesomes both like dick and clit in they mouth Rememer Randy that hang with Danny got a sister named Brandy his old lady don't wear no panties Remember Steve I played ball with you done seen him with me his bitch like dick between her titties and oh yeah Your brother-in-law's bitch don't you know her ain't that your sister I had to hit her spent no cash to get her now ain't I a nasty nigga thank you were playing me, got the last get-ta, wha! [Tasha:] Ooooooh, Smoke I hate you! (hate you hate you hate you hate you) [Chorus: (2x)] When you were cheating on me I was cheating on you We both was cheating on we So what the fuck we gon do? I don't know! [Phone rings] Anwsering Maching picks up: Yeah this Tasha, I'm not home right now but leave your name and number and I might get back to you [beep] I gotcha hiding you know you wrong girl pick up the phone stop playing I know you there you hear me I know you home You ain't gotta be scared I ain't crazy deranged hell I been sneaking cheating and doing the same thang my dog had been creeping fucking every bitch in your trick clique to the one that put your weave in She been licking me up licking my dick and my butt she swollow cum you don't you stop and spit in a cup Ya girl Pam the one that spent the night at ya house I call her Gargamale she gargle male balls in her mouth and you mama now that's the real freak of the year like to watch me jack my dick then skeet in her ear and I know you know Brenda the with the baby she keep swearing I'm the daddy she crazy want me to kick it with her like I don't know she a slut she gave me that doo-doo brown I stuck my dick in her [anwsering machine beeps] [Chorus 3x to fade] |
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from Field Mob - 613: Ashy To Glassy (2001)
I woke up on Fox found myself starring on Cops
Got chased by squad cars and cameras for two blocks I hate the man yea I ran To HBO and stole lethal weapons From Mel and Dan Glover's hand Ran back to Fox found Martin Me and Bruhman from the fifth floor Climbed throught the window From his apartment Ran up on'em, had a mask on gat in each hand Robbed Martin, Tommy, Cole, Gena and Pam Told'em gimmie your bread, mayo, cheese and ham Took two sandmiches and Stole Cole's Grand Am Left in a hurry heard footsteps, looked in the rearview Is this an earthquake? Naw its Big Shirley!! She came after the bucket of chicken and clole slaw Cole bought last week and left in the back seat I jumped out and just kept running until my chest hurt Hooked up with Forest Gump and ran to Cartoon Network I gotta find Bubba, shut up he been dead Big Shirley probably ate him and Lieutenant Dan's Legs I need Jenny, damn sure do cause right now The only thing that can stop Big Shilrey is Jenny Craig I aint goin to jail, I aint goin to jail Aw man I aint even did nothin Shit man I aint goin to jail Now I'm a wanted fugitive, runin with hot gats Duck'n the cops from Fox and the f**k'n Swat Cats Damn, here come Batman in the batmobile Floss'n on four vowed rims, with four coats of steal tryna catch me But I ran fast, he couldn't grab me I jumped in the green van wit Scooby-Doo and Shaggy I put the gun to Shag's head said don't look back And told Scooby, play dead and gimmie your Scooby snacks Then we drove way reached the stop sign at a four way I hopped out and rode with O.J, rode the whole day He told me caught Nicole and Ron Gold doin four play Killed'em both and throwed way the bloody glove in an old lake I aint sayin he shoulda killed her but I understand Picture yo broad riden in yo car with another man You given yo deisel and she blowin a hudred grand Goin shoppin, call Cochran tell Cato to take the stand He took me to set it off with four delighted bitches wit glocks You know Kim, Latifah, Jada, Vivaca Fox Went in the bank strapped with A.K's This is a raid everybody throw lay down the hay Aight don't nobody mothaf**kin move This a mothaf**kin robbery, lay down Come here, come here, come here bitch Put the money in the motherfukin bag You don't wanna die, hurry the f**k up I stashed my half of cash in the dashboard of a stolen Ford Escort Changed clothes and drove to the airport Flew to the island of MTV but go figure Besides Tyrese and Ananda, I aint see no niggas And I stayed for three whole days and layed low Kidnapped the cast of Road Rules and stole the Winne Bago Rode to Rap City bumpin U.G.K and Jigga Spend the night in the basement with the Hot Boys and Mama Tigga Man she can cook She made some pig feet, some greens, some hogmog Man anyway Woke up the next mornin yawnin what the f**k is this? Man get the camera out my face, he said you've just been hit That's when I met her, I swear to god I never forget her A fine big doonk senorita and her name Cita She was jazzy yea she had computer generated skin But hell at least her ass wasn't ashy I took her home and down loaded my hard drive For bout five straight hours right between her thighs |
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from Field Mob - 613: Ashy To Glassy (2001)
(Kalage)
I'm lookin for a made misses, not one of them lazy chickens But one them on top of her game, paid bitches I lay bitches and slay bitches, fast and free So f**k that, I want a lady I can give cash to be A lover, makin me say "unngh" like Master P And helpin me out when I'm deep in a catastraphe She has to be, top notch and full of class Or rollin a new drop top full a gas, to pull her ass Gotta come correct and you better have your game tight She ain't the type of girl you meet and then f**k the same night She's a hot girl, one that you can smoke Jane with But so jazzy, flashin her diamonds on her bracelet She don't say shit, keepin our love on the d-low I trust and believe in her, like Shira, she's my hero She don't need no zeroes she want a jazzy dime nigga to kick it with Splittin it fifty/fifty down the middle (Chorus 2x) I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch Walkin and pass me the switch, flashin her wrist Where you at ma'? I'm lookin for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter (Boondox) She had broke niggas and she said some nice hoe niggas Showboat poor niggas perpetratin with no scrilla She like more zippers, flow flippers and go getters Hydro twistas, gold grillers to roll with And you don't have to be a dope dealer or an old nigga So don't go twistin with a gold nigga 'Cause she's a boss bitch, a slim Diana Ross bitch That you can floss with that don't cost shit And anytime I want to I can toss it And when I toss it, I ain't gon' lie, I raw dog it 'Cause she's so jazzy, every five minutes I stop and tell her Bitches playa hate because they not, they jealous Loooooong micros with lots of cheddar Givin me more D's than Jay-Z, she'll Roc-A-Fella Classy, I gots to say it in a capella So y'all rats can hear me clear, y'all gots to do better (Chorus) (Kalage) If you feel that you's a jazzy nigga, you feel the same as me Jazzy hoes, I feel ya Jermaine Dupri Because classy ain't the thing to be, and yes it's plain to see If you a skank you can't hang with me! No I can't have no rat claimin me, like a leech, clang to me Or much, you should be shamed to be Ridin in the Chevy thing with me, it's not the place for them Jazzy, classy girls I'm chasin them, I wanna stay with them And lay with them, passin pussy's not the way for them I'm lacin 'em with more ice than a hockey stadium She gets down with me, freakin in any position Fine as all our dough, no, don't need me no pigeon I'm needin a pinchin to make sure that I'm not dreaming Like Cash Money, when you see her it's like bling, bling I'm lookin for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter (Chorus 2x) What, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch.... |
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from Field Mob - 613: Ashy To Glassy (2001)
(Chorus)
You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you You don't have to cry no more If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you You don't have to cry no more (Boondox) I remember bein broke with no record deal (Kalage) Broke with no job (B) Too broke to smoke dope (K) Man, times so hard I wanna take my own life (B) That's what pain do to you (K) But I'm too broke to even die (B) I couldn't afford a funeral (K) I'm too broke to spend time (B) Y'all don't know how it feel I could've been a metal welder (K) 'Cause I know how to steel (steal) (B) Naw, I ain't braggin, I'm just keepin it real I was so broke my wet dream was 'bout eatin a meal (K) Man I been homeless (B) You ever spent the night in the grass? (K) With ants and mesquitos (B) While they bitin ya ass (K) My best friend got shot nine times for nothin He was all I had, we used to lie and say we was cousins (B) Even momma turned her back on me, wouldn't look me in my face I'm a disgrace to my folks... (K) 'Cause I ain't graduate? (B) I ain't have nobody (K) Man, I wish I was dead (B) I was alone so I turned to God and he said (Chorus) (Boondox) As far as I remember, I been in high school ever since elementary Since the fifth I been twistin spliffs and hittin the weed My eyes went through menestration every day in the summer At age six, my piss could crank up a Hummer Had a hooker mom, like Alfred she Hitchcock Bumped dad, 'cause when he visit it was like a pit stop I lived knock hard, like Jay-Z, boy ya won Things got harder, at age eighteen, I bought a gun A three-eighty caliber, for street crazy scavengers Tryna take my ??, I'll turn your hat lavender Sacks of herb in my pocket I smoke eventually Supposed to be sellin 'em, but it's hard to give 'em away Livin the day for tomorrow, so on the down-low I used beats and rhymes, why not, look at me now From flippin dimes, playin get like me to get a dollar To ridin on my own twenties in my Impala, I ain't cryin (Chorus) (Kalage) Well, I been hearin a lotta people say that blood's thicker than water Well answer this then, which would you swallow? I said that to say, it don't matter, friend or kin Shawn ain't my cousin but he here through thick and thin (B) OK, I came up but all the faith folks came down (K) The script flip flopped (B) Now the game changed round Everybody wanna chill now, in my grill now Now my smile ice cold, white gold like whooooooaaaa! (Chorus 4x) |
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from Field Mob - 613: Ashy To Glassy (2001)
[Paparue]
Run it Yo, you know what I'm sayin' it's the original Paparue (Original original) And I'm passin' through with my boys from Down South (Down South) The Field Mob (Field Field) And also I'm bringin' this for all the girly girly's (Must bring it) Who like to shake it at the club (Shake it Shake it) Who like to twurk it at the club (Twurk it Twurk it) And you know something this is how we rub-a-dub So Field Mob - Come Down [Kalage] I met this fine young tender named Vivian Brown-skinned cinnamon Playin' and pimpin' men Swimmin' in Benjamins Body like a Buick bumpin', jumpin', and jigglin' Butt look like big lips talkin' and whisperin' Sayin' . . . and her voice so feminine Either her booty talkin' or my Hennessey kickin' in I smile, give a grin Grab that butt with both hands Man she moved it over and started hunchin' my Jimmy then See I'm gon' hit her then Switch up and stick her friend I'm skinny built like a spoon They grits I'm diggin' in I don't be spendin' ends But they gon' givin' chin They lick it and kiss it then say . . . They pagin' and beepin', beggin' for me to come hit again I'm pimpin' plenty women, game stronger than 20 men Damn lil' momma proper halter top and knee-knockers But before I freak the senorita she gotta [Hook] Me say shake somethin' Me wanna see you twurk somethin' Lil' momma work it like she bout to hurt somethin' Me say shake somethin' Me wanna see you twurk somethin' Lil' momma work it like she bout to hurt somethin' Shake somethin' Me wanna see you twurk somethin' Lil' momma work it like she bout to hurt somethin' Me say shake sumthin' Me wanna see you twurk somethin' Lil' momma work it, work it, work it [Boondox Blax] I know a shawty, they call her Shellette I wanna holla at Dark skinned chocolate Plus shawty drop a 'llac Big breasts are proper set Her game, she on top of it She break big ballers that'll infrared dot ya head Micro's and contacts, oooh, I wanna knock her dead Vicky Secret scents in the air, why I want her pop her leg I heard in the streets that shawty give lots of head Good hot my mouth too, have you jumpin' up out the bed And plus shawty rock baguettes Chickens wanna chop her head Off cause she jazzy with more cheese than broccoli We on the dance floor, from side to side she rockin' it Toot it up and stoppin' it Then droppin' and poppin' it She said "Oooh, you on hard" I had to stop and check Pants pokin', I knew then her number I gotta get Tipsy off of Heineken ready to shake some [Paparue] Shawty flexa Time to have sexa [Hook] [Paparue] Look a big booty girl But I bet her rock me world and me say big booty girl Diamonds and pearls Big booty girl But I bet her rock me world and me say big booty Me want a big booty girl Big booty girl Me rock her world and me say big booty girl Like diamonds and pearls Big booty girl And when she rock me world and me say big booty Big booty girl [Hook] [Kalage] Yeah (Uh), Yeah (Uh) Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce I like the ones with the weave The thong-th-th-thong-th-thongs and Capri's [Boondox] You can come home with me if you a girl on them 6-inch heels [Kalage] Or a black blonde with the natural and gold in yo grill Earring in yo tongue, you dark and you lovely Fine from yo heels up, but yo toes ugly [Boondox] Plus it ain't bubbley (What?) The back part I ain't actin' hard, but you ain't touchin' me Look, them tight Capri pants be fittin' her right But her booty is much bigger, so that's what I like I know a lot of shawty's out there sayin' that's not right But she the jazziest, and that's what I'ma take home tonight [Paparue] A me say, I know a little girl by the name of Suzy She look so sweet and she really sexy I go home and she take off my shoe Say "Ohh Paparuby, let me make love to you" ?On top my mind, me say "My, my, my" The woman on top of the woman is a lesbian But the Ruby on top of woman it's a stylin' fashion Stylin fashion, it's a stylin' fashion Give me a big booty girl And I bet her rock me world and me say big booty Ahhhhhh Me say big booty girl And I bet she rock me world and me say big booty girl Big booty girl You, you know what I'm sayin' This the original crew (Original) And all the big booty girls passin' through (Pass through) You this for you and you (Whaaaat) This the original Paparue (Yeah-yeah) You know what I'm sayin' with the Field Mob And we doin' this especially for the club How you mean Big booty girl Let her rock me world Down Look, Paparue, Field Mob Yeah-yeah How you mean |
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from Field Mob - 613: Ashy To Glassy (2001)
(feat. Suthern Klick)
Hey hey, hey hey, hey shawty Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty Swisher in my ear when I'm rollin up I see this beautiful whore, she finer than a mutha' fu' Got ya hair and ya nails did, got the little kid with the cashews With an attitude that you could never lose I know you think I'm paid because I'm lookin at ya car Just call me Old E 'cause baby you the star I see you lookin at me lookin at you That voodoo that you do got me gone so I sing a song (hey shawty) For times I'm alone with the number of your phone You givin me the eye so I know it's really real on First let me tell you 'bout my baby mama at home And as you'll find out, it's time to time out You in the same situation, the love probation got you fiendin for some dick You ain't slick But you got your hair right, plus you look and smell good and it read right (Chorus) Hey shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty Fiendin for some pussy 'cause I need me a shawty Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty I can be your nigga but you can be my shawty Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty Fiendin for some pussy 'cause I need me a shawty Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty I can be your nigga but you can be my shawty I been all over the world look for a fine girl I could trust Lookin me up and make a nigga better ?? you up and know I got you lovin to fuck I can't wait 'til I get home Lay down, is you feelin me now, let me hold ya boo Take a picture with ya, let me get close to you I'm a give it to you like a nigga 'posed to do You overdue, I'm a hit you like you told me to Slow ya roll 'cause I'm a make you love me slow Before you go, don't even wanna open the door I'm in you again, we smokin, eyes rollin again We in the bed, got ya legs up, pumpin again Please ya good, ya need, I'm a feed you good Feed you good, my girl don't need no nigga Rubbin ya down, I'm so in love with your mind And it's the first time, so let me tell girl I'm lookin for (Chorus 1/2x) I's at the club, kickin it and watch them hoes shake Puffin on weed, guzzlin gin and O.J. I was fucked up, itchin to bust a fast nut Lovin nothin but sluts who back that ass up Then I met you, me sweat who, sweat you? If I did it was to caress and undress you You was off the chain with the eyes, nice smile, fat butt, big breasts too I had to stress you To see if you was gonna let me hit it and run Whip it and quit it, because you made it quicker to come But you told me, slowly, no, no Plus you'll never ask me for no dough Now I mention the ??, me and you been livin it up Things done changed, but now you been givin it up I'm deep in ya guts, havin women and squeezin ya butt ?? status wit the position to chill (Chorus) You say you need a nigga that could take you to your destiny, ecstasy I can take you there Right hand up in ya cock, left hand strokin through yo' micro-braided hair I'm a make you come Tantilizing erotic pleasure for both of us, let me ease your pain Come and let me heat your flame, relax as I ease your strain as I beat your thing Not the one to eat your thing I leave that to your lucious, lunchbox, cocksucker for free But if you keep it on the low-low, I'm a hurt if you don't know You can keep the cock in it for me Shit, if you don't give a damn if we, I'm a bring the whole family ?? the house of Girbauds Eighteen, ??, Giaminar (?) Run a train, make the pussy pop afar, bring it on (Chorus) |
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