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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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| 5:45 |
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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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| 3. |
| 4:53 |
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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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| 4. |
| 1:52 |
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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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| 3:49 |
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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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| 6. |
| 4:15 |
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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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| 7. |
| 4:52 |
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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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| 3:09 |
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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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| 9. |
| 4:04 |
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(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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| 5:00 |
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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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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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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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| 3:47 |
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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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