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