Field Mob

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)

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

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>

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>

<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>

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

(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

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!"

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]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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