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
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
like freaknik, down here in, Georgia When you see them confederate flags, you know what it is Your folks picked cotton here, that why we call it, "The Field
the trash bag's replacin' yo' car window Man, I been po', I been poor, we been po' That's how it is in the Field, for real I'ma have me a big nice Caddy
Gurl fuck that nigga, Sean, he ain't bout shit anyway Allwayz with them bitch ass friends I don't know why y'all fuckin' with his lame ass anywayz Smoke
call it (Virgin Mary) Chevy they say we broke up ([Chevy:] Oh yeah) But we do shows and (split ends) like (blow dried hair) Hold up... Joe stop the song (what) Field Mob
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
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 [Hook - 2X] [Bridge ("Hey"
[Talking] 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
[Hook - Chevy P aka Smoke] 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
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 [Hook
[Verse 1 - Chevy P aka Smoke] 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
(feat. Bobby Valentino) [Chorus: Bobby Valentino] Im Not Afraid To Say I Get Around, Its Just Im Much To Young To Settle Down, I Got Places To Go, People
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) [Verse One[ We
coach, you can let that lame go Let me lick you on your neck and go down to yo ankles Cuz ain't no mo' better, freakier feller From the Field to creep
[Verse 1] 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
Stay up Hold ya head up It's hell in the streets boy Hold your head y'all, livin' cause it's there (Kalage) I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full
] Field mob niggaz is the craziest fuck a ho lay a big nut on her chest Pull back, put in like that it ain't never wanna turn back Field mob niggaz is