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
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
You got to get ya cut get a coke make a soda Mix it up whip it up a put in a pot Cook it up let it sit till it rock chop It up bag it then put on the
m talkin' 'bout these fuck niggaz thought we just was gone Fell off the motherfuckin' map naw pussy nigga Everybody wanna be country now don't get it fucked up nigga FBI Field
like you butt blow uh-oh y'all best to get runnnin' Why? Shhh! I hear field mob comin' Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't
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
I woke up on Fox, found myself starring on Cops Got chased by squad cars and cameras for two blocks I hate the man, yeah, I ran To HBO and stole lethal
daily Weeds no seeds call it Virgin Mary Chevy they say we broke up (Oh, yeah) But we do shows and split ends like blow dried hair Hold up Joe stop the song (What) Field Mob
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 park, Sunday at the park Now what
I'm home, hey, mama Hi, where's Smoke at? He, uh, he had went with this dude named Coach But he left you a letter A letter? Um, uh For real? Yeah Let
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
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
' 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
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
It's ya boy Chevy P, babe Listen 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
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
Yeah, all in my face feelin' me All in my face feelin' me We was up in the club Fillin' these with all the intention we sip of Hennessey My friend and
You say you got a man at home But he don't dig deep in ya guts and he ain't freaky enough, but me I eat 'em up, beat 'em up then switch sides I eat 'em
