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<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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| 4:12 |
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<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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| 3:36 |
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<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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| 4. |
| 3:49 |
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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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| 4:19 |
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<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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| 4:35 |
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<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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<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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| 3:44 |
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<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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| 3:40 |
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<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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| 4:59 |
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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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| 4:15 |
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<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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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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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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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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| 4:11 |
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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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