, 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
He's so messed up, I heard He's been locked up by somebody else He ain't nothing but a thug So what So what So what So what [Verse 1: Field Mob] And
Cellphone And My Pager Bcuz We Are Through (Gone On) Quit Stalkin Me And Stay Up Out Of My Face Girl I Dont Want You (No Mo) Were Both Fuckin Others
Ladies and gentlemen Jazze Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, Superstar DJs Here we go They say, he do a little of this, he do a little of that He's always in trouble
the first "All I Do Is Win"? And I say, "I am stupid, I'm just here to get paid again." I went and got the Field Mob niggas and made 'em friends And I
I began to car to my man ridle Who had a some moving on I thought he wouldn't know That's my dying where are the others nammy you beat And kept driven
A hundred carats got me all over your girl Five freaks and my Gucci duffel bag A corporate thug, I run with a Playaz Circle I got a Field Mob that'll
, no doubt We used to havin' nothin', then grabbin' somethin' and bustin' Wanted to be the thug nigga, that my old man wasn't I came to a field, catchin
'm kinda blessed, so I wrote this manifesto for life Co-signed by the others with a knife On the real tip, let's take a field trip from the ghetto You
Ladies and gentlemen Jazze Pha, Field Mob Ciara, Superstar DJ's Here we go They say he do a little this, he do a little that He always in trouble and
' chokin' Yeah, it'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
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
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
FAMILY We're back soldier And we have swam through the Brownsville sewers The last on the line of our kind CRIME DO'ERS Burkowitz MOB STYLE Spit fire
(with T-Pain feat. Smoke from Field Mob) [T-Pain & Smoke - Chorus] And you if give a fuck that your friends stuck up and she don't wanna mess up her
