Field Mob Album

[Intro - MJG sample from "Coming Out Hard"]
1 to the motherfuckin 2 to the motherfuckin 3

[Hook x4]
1,2,3 points I gotta get across
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off

[Verse 1 - Shawn Jay]
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 ([Chevy:] 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!

[Hook x4]
1,2,3 points I gotta get across
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off

[Verse 2 - Chevy P aka Smoke]
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!

[Hook x4]
1,2,3 points I gotta get across
1 don't 2 make me 3 go off

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(feat. Ciara)

Ladies and Gentlemen
Jazzy Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, Superstar DJ's
Here we go

Chorus [Ciara] :
They say
He do a little this
He do a little that
He always in trouble
And I heard
He nuthin' but a pimp
He's done a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say
He think he slick
He's got a lot of chips
He's *sellin them drugs*
And I heard
He's been locked up
Find somebody else
He ain't nuthin' but a thug
So what, so what, so what, so what

Verse [Field Mob] :
(Hey, hey)
And they say
I'm a slut, I'm a hoe, I'm a freak
I got a different girl everyday of the week
You too smart you'd be a dummy to believe
That stuff that you heard that they say about me
They say that I'm this, they say that I'm that
But all of it's fiction, none of it's fact
But you don't be hearin' it about your lover
You let it go in one ear and out the other
Now he say, she say, they say, I heard
The beef fake, 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, They're
Nuthin' but liars hatin', and I bet
They wouldn't mind tradin' places
With you by my side in my Mercedes

Chorus [Ciara] :
They say
He do a little this
He do a little that
He always in trouble
And I heard
He nuthin' but a pimp
He's done a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say
He think he slick
He's got a lot of chips
He's *selling them drugs*
And I heard
He's been locked up
Find somebody else
He ain't nuthin' but a thug
So what, so what, so what, so what

Verse [Field Mob] :
(Tell 'em CiCi)
Mo' money, mo' problems, life of a legend
Haters throw salt like rice at a weddin'
So what, that's your cousin? that don't mean nuthin'
Her like missin' is a type of affection
You get, you just blind to the facts
See the lies just as obvious as cries for attention
Yield to the blindness to apply your suspicion
But listen, say you love me, gotta trust me
Why you stress this high school mess?
Break up never, they just jealous
Drama from your mama, mean mug from your brothers
I'm that author of the book, they can judge from the cover
Yes, I, I been to jail
And yes, I'm grindin for real
I'm a positive talkin' negative pimp
They hate to see you doin' better than them
So

Chorus [Ciara] :
They say
He do a little this
He do a little that
He always in trouble
And I heard
He nuthin' but a pimp
He's done a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say
He think he slick
He's got a lot of chips
He's *sellin them drugs*
And I heard
He's been locked up
Find somebody else
He ain't nuthin' but a thug
So what, so what, so what, so what

Bridge [Ciara] :
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 gonna be here for ya
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 love the thug in ya
No matter what people think
I'm gonna be here for you
And I don't care what they say

Chorus

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[Intro - Shawn Jay]
Dougherty County mannnnnn

[Hook - Shawn Jay]
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

[Shawn Jay]
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!

[Verse 1 - Shawn Jay]
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

[Hook - Shawn Jay]
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

[Chevy P aka Smoke]
Chevy P nigga... DTP nigga... (FBI nigga) FBI nigga...
(Chevy P nigga) DTP nigga...
Yea! Yea! Yea! Yea!
Yea! Yea!

[Verse 2 - Chevy P aka Smoke]
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

[Hook - Shawn Jay (Chevy P aka Smoke)]
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

[scratches of "Dougherty County" and "my small city called Albany"]

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Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, Georgia

We on the grind in - Georgia
All the time,it aint
Nothing on my mind but - Georgia
We aint playing with you
(X2)

Verse 1 :

Country name , Country slang,
Fiend at the liquor store,
Lac' cruisin , crap shooting,
50 on the 10 to 4,
Overcast the forecast,
Shows clouds from plenty dro,
And we ready for war in the state of - Georgia
Dirty words , dirty birds
Its mean in this dirty south
Ever disrespect it and we'll clean out your dirty mouth,
Bulldogs clocking,these lookout boys is hawking,
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 smash ya,
We'll come through your hood worst thana tsunami disaster,
Dont know who they gon get or who them robbers gonna hit
Thats why I keep my Georgia tech in the state of - Georgia

chorus :

We on the grind in - Georgia
All the time,it aint
Nothing on my mind but - Georgia
We aint playing with you
(X2)

Verse 2 :

I'm from the home of neckbones , blackeye peas,
turnip and collard greens we
The children on the corn dirtier than Bob Marley's pee pee,
G.A the peach state where we stay,
My small city's called Albany - Georgia
pecan country like catfish with grits,
Candy yams and chitlings,
Grams homemade baked biscuits,
The land of classical caprices and impala super sports,
ingredients in this peach cobbler called - Georgia,
I love the women out in L.A.
And the shopping stores in New York
The beaches in M.I.A
But it aint nothing like that G.A red clay,
Look on your map we right above Florida,
Next to Bama,
Under the Carolinas and Tennessse you'll see - Georgia,
Where glayds knights and the midnight train - Georgia,
THE BIRTHPLACE OF MARTIN LUTHER KING
Where ass so plump and hips are thick,
Where Lac' trucks sit on 26's,
Know where you going or you'll get lost,
Found on these plum trees in the south,
These choppas will tomahawk your top down here in - Georgia

chorus :

We on the grind in - Georgia
All the time,it aint
Nothing on my mind but - Georgia
We aint playing with you
(X2)

Verse 3 :

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, they some warriors, told sum to spray SumthAn the same shape as Florida,
Lookin for me boy, ya find me, down in Dougherty County in a Small city called Albany - Georgia
Where they use to call us some mammothz,
An now they jocking the grammar
Watch your mouth unless you out for some mannar,
Bunch of hustlas run on every corner like the waffle house in Atlanta,
or i be camour flag out in sa'avannah - Georgia
Now u might come for Vacation,
Leave on Probation,
Home of the strip club,
Known for the thick gulz
Where the chicks put tips in the tip cup,
Of thick chick in a thong with a big butt
When it gettin on, wont be cheap when it on like peach tree,
Make a chick take it off like freaknik, down here in - Georgia
When u see them confederate flags you know what it is,
Your folks pick cotton here thats why we call it the field,
I got a Chevrolet on 26's,
I'm from G.A , G.A - Georgia

chorus :

We on the grind in - Georgia
All the time,it aint
Nothing on my mind but - Georgia
We aint playing with you
(X2)

Georgia , Georgia , Georgia , Georgia - Georgia