Field Mob Album

[No lyrics]

Uh,it's hard catchin' these old rhymes
I cant' remember these old rhymes
It's hard catchin' these old rhymes

[Kalage]
Shit we comin' after the whack rappers
Studio gat-clappers slash jackers
Them braggin' back-stabbin' non-rappin' autographers
And I'm backed up like brake lights don't beep me
That's some shit you ain't gon' see like a punch in a snake fight
Or a preacher that play dice
It's another level bitch
And I'm sick of rappers braggin' bout they diamond bezelled wrists
My ice this, my ice that
I bet I'll melt yo shit
Cause Shawn J come hotter than the Devil's dick
Couldn't beat me if I was yo dick
We were in the movies
Watchin' porn flicks in 3D
And you were PeeWee
I don't blow shit out of proportion
I'll stuff you in yo mama's stomach
Rap her then make her have an abortion
The Vince Carter of rap, Shawn tall and brown skinned
Dunkin' dick in yo bitch with my arm in the rim
Keep yo hoe I chase dough
Burnin' rappers till sun-up
And jackin' off layin' on my back tryin' to come up
To get grip
Shawn slick with bricks for chips
I flip one-fifth of a brick
Nicks go for 6
Tug a four-fifth with more glits than 6 twists
I don't sniff but I spit
Catch a whiff nit-wit
Slick 6 style switch
Like a whip stick shift
I stole rap like the grinch stole Christmas
My clique pissed tryin' to hit licks to get grip
Tryin' to make more bread than Bisquick Biscuits
This misfit pissed cause I hit his chick
He mad cause I'm Indiana like Rik Smits
But he don't know I'm underground like the Ninja Turtle
He wanna fight but he type that couldn't injure Urkel
I play the cut though
Mr. Nice guy slash cut throat
Spit doo-doo like you butt blow
UH-OHHHH y'all best to get runnnin'
Why? Shhh! I hear Field Mob comin'

[Hook]
Can't stop us
Can't stop the Mob
Can't stop Boondox
Can't stop Kalage
[Repeat 11x's]

[Boondox Blax]
Uh, it's you boy Boondox aka Smoke from the Mob
That charcoal color lyrical criminal spittin' flows from yo ?
I break bricks down in yo hood and take over yo block
Whatever you want I got it from the South Coast to the Rocks
Open up shop totin' a glock with a scope on the top
Two clips in each ankle tucked low in my sock
Like lil' whodi Wayne - I'll have yo block scorchin' hot
You need oven gloves to get yo mail out of yo box
To you rappers thinkin' you gonna come control my block
Check yo face you see a infrared now way it's not
Close to yo eye and in yo ears and all up in yo teeth too
So many red dots look like you sick with the measles
My clique hold heat too
But I roll with more people
Macks like Rudy Ray Moore, Goldie and Seigel
Like Bebe we don't die we multiply like wet gremlins
Jack Martin girl
It's best you hide the baguettes listen
We the best spittin' gold rhymes
Lyrics stickin' to yo brain as if yo pillow was porcupine
Not only yo mind
I poke yo tummy like Doughboy
Makin' ya bummy
Droppin' lyrical bows to yo stomach
Smokey done it in two years and 4 weeks
I ain't lying
If Jigga Jordan
You can call me the Kobe Bryant of this rap shit
So go get more practice
I skipped college and high school - I ain't even pass it
Barely made it past the 10th grade
You been writin' for 20 years
And still writin' and I been in this shit getting' paid
Spittin' raid at you cockroaches
It makes you move out the way if you did not notice
Here come the Mob

[Hook]

Verse 1 [Boondox]:
Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by Saturday
Tired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna' trap me
Every night dreamin 'bout livin life lavish
A watch full of karats, a candy coated Caddy
Off the show flo', sittin on fo' Vouges
Oak wood gear shift, steer, and dash door
Choppin on seventeen inch indies
Bling bling from my mouth to my pinky
Enough about my jewelry, grill, and my Fleetwood
Tryna still live stable so my folks can eat good
House sittin out on the hill to sleep good
Livin peaceful, just like we should
Money legal, no more sellin reefer
No more feds tryna stick me like a needle
When it's cold outdo's come in I heat ya
You ain't gotta walk in the sun, I A.C. ya
Don't worry 'bout that burgular comin to creep ya
He trapped by alarms and the millimeter
I'm a do or die ol' playa for my people, follow a leader I'm my brotha's keeper, for real

[Chorus-both (Boondox and Kalage)]
I'ma have me a big nice Caddy
House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy
Live life happy and I'm still nappy
Makin legal money, no feds tryna' trap me
I'ma have me a big nice Caddy
House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy
Live life happy and I'm still nappy
Nigga, legal money, no feds tryna' trap me
If you ever been broke put your hands up
You been broke put your hands up, put your hands up
You ever been broke put your hands up
You been broke put your hands up, put 'em up

Verse 2 [Kalage]:

What ya know 'bout havin no dough, no coat for the winter
Remember, we poor folk
Most cut yolk and smoke 'ports, cut throats and ya dope hoe
Talk about they wanna 'Lac with four do's, no Vogues
Wood kit and Momo's
Outfits- Polo, pockets- so swole,
Jenny Craig called- Escalade hog in the yard
Breakin off ya folks too, belly full of soul food
Chitt'lins, greens, pork chops, green beens
Yeah I pray for that, each and every day I rap
I rap with God, 'cause I feel you ain't really safe with gats
We escape slacks, but government helped in welfare
My folk cries to the law and ain't no help there
We ain't had much, the less to brag about, but mo' to lose
I ran the street, mama told me go to school
But now I got a chance to change thangs and maintain
Mo' so, I ain't gotta slang 'caine no mo'
Hell yeah boy, you really understand dirt
Well I'ma rap and you gon' clap until your hands hurt
I ain't the only person feel like I feel, got ta live like I live
And wanna chill, for real

[Chorus]

Verse 3 [Boondox and Kalage (B=Boondox; K=Kalage)]:

[B] Now put your hands up if you're broke folks tried
to spoil ya
With fried bologna sandwiches and sugar water
[K] Put ya hands up, if you feel my hurt
Have you ever bathed with soap the size of a Cert
[B] Don't disguise the dirt then, 'cause we all know rocks
It's the real reason furniture go to the pawn shop
[K] 'Cause ya crackhead cuz smokin the car antennas
[B] Understand see...
[K] It's a junkie in every family
[B] 'Member hand-me-down, tight pants, lookin slim in 'em
If they too big...
[K] What you do?
[B] Put a hem in 'em
[K] 'Member talkin over the loud sounds when the wind blow
'Cause the trash bag's replacin yo' car window
[B] Man, I been po'
[K] I been poor
[Both] Man, we been po'!
That's how it is in the Field, for real

[Chorus 2x]

[Verse 1]
Damn you done came up short again ain't uh
Cause yo homeboy fought again ain't uh
but is you hoe ready for folk to kick in yo door
say that the jackers kickin yo hoe
please give me the reason I'm fiendin to know
why cheese missin in my flow
givin low Z's for the four when the price is usually eight
just keepin it real
you was gettin half off and still came up a few grands short
listen to you brag about yo days in the past
when you was gettin paid livin lavish
but that was way in the 70s
its the best you pay me my fetti
fore they find yo brain the a chevy
all over the radio and ceiling
and I'ma hate if for your children
when my AK sprays wit yo dome
cerebellum all over the passenger seat
leavin you dead
wit lead in yo head
in yo red candy apple capris

[Chorus 2X]
If you out there and you owe me
Or been scared to get my fetti
Or hate me cause I fuck and she wont even let you smell it
Or if you see me doin dirt and feel its best you tell it
You besta slow yo roll boy
Or be found dead in yo Chevy

[Verse 2]
Wuz up, big mouth, big talk, big game
I ain't pastor troy but it ain't no play it ain't no game
wit a nigga like you runnin around town actin bulletproof
be the one that get got get shot
I got a big ole gun and ill use it too
fool dont play dumb dont say Sean what you talkin about
cause I'm talkin about this hoe I'm fuckin
same hoe you lustin
you hate that dont ya ummhumm
damn let me bout to nut up
uhuh okay wuz up shut up
cause you ain't on my level
you cubic zirconia guess who the bezzle
she be lickin on the head and my peter
while you be beggin to eat her
better know yo role
when I get pissed off then the four four blows
and when the glock click hot shot spit
then these hoes know

[Chorus til fade]

The filthy, nasty, dirty, south!
I represent Albany gorillas, rock choppers, and drug niggas
We bust shots and slugs on hot blocks of thug niggas
I'm done talkin', I come walkin', short stalkin'
If it's beef I shine in the dark and I keep my gun sparkin'
Well it's the dirty, we young figgas plug rikkas
Well stunnin', front with ya, we hunt and come hit ya
Gizuh, now grab me and still might out run this
We gonna tell the towman and woman, tell 'em sure done this
They got me laughin' and jokin', crystal blastin' and smokin'
Mashin' askin' for action while they gaggin' and chokin'
Yeah that's real boy, them field boys be thug not
You best watch the field tonight, we step into the southern house
Look for field gores in tight clothes, hair weave and micros
Field boys we smoke by, freak by these bow-ties
Quick rain the flip flop, gangstank in the zip-locks
Bitches need stitches whinin' bitches with lip gloss
We filthy boy, we nasty boy, we dirty
You beef with me, you be deceased, you heard me?
cottin' pickers, and rottin' niggas, we takin' over
we field boys, we soldiers, representin' Georgia

[Hook x2]
It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty
Da dirty, boy it's real in the field
It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty (heard me?)
The filthy, nasty, dirty, south!

It's Boondox like that low-down, nasty, filthy fella from the field
Dedicated to southern housin' and better make a meal
The southern way, no other way, there's no better way to live
Like sugar ass hoes that squeal, white king easy but real
Southern crunk but your station the bunk, while the bass in the trunk,
while you blazin' the gun, and too dirty ain't no wastin' his bong
Representin' the place where you from, the gritty, bidding player
Suberbans on twenties player, swing at a grinning player
Smoltin' reds, foul heads, phase fours and glats
The watermelon, beer can and peaches we roll with that
Want a visit well, the welcomers deader than door mat
Wanna beef well, run your way, do it in 'bout four flat
Better know that a contemplayer and show that
Them field mob cats fill the off with toe tacks
If you can't survive in the dirty, player then go back
Or run up a gorilla, gorillas that tow that

[Hook x2]
It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty
Da dirty, boy it's real in the field
It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty (heard me?)
The filthy, nasty, dirty, south!

Feel my foes from the field deep down in the south
Smokin' t-shirts and jeans, watch we go here and by
Say dirty, south! (dirty south!)
Say dirty, south! (dirty south!)
To my thugs from the field deep down in the south
Real big guns and barred paper chasin' for clock
Say dirty, south! (dirty south!)
Say dirty, south! (dirty south!)
Get him off him boy, get him off him boy
Get him off him boy, get him (get him) off him boy
Get him off him boy, get him off him boy
Get him off him boy, get him (get him) off him boy
Get him off him boy, get him off him boy
Get him off him boy, get him (get him) off him boy
Get him off him boy, get him off him boy
Get him off him boy, get him (get him) off him boy

[Hook x3 to fade]
It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty
Da dirty, boy it's real in the field
It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty (heard me?)
The filthy, nasty, dirty, south!

My main girl, aint that some shit
I aint with it
Niggas aint shit, bitches aint either
All that fallin in love and all that
It don't work, it aint never work
Adam and Eve couldn't even true to each other
So how you expect me and another shawty
I aint lyin I aint lyin

I aint gone lie
I admit I just wanted to fuck some
Get cha, split cha, hit cha and trick you to suck some
Love and leave ya, like Tina and Rick James
But I fell for your jazzy class and trick games
Your in the process, I'm just tryin to get cha naked
Not slip the bullet see and plus that you should be respected
Never neglected gave you my all and all
I bought your jewelry, nails hairdos and all your draws
I call and call, straight bug-a-booin for real
That's when I knew this never imagine love for you was trill
Makin love was like heaven right here on your couch
Beatin and diggin each morning (smoke don't stop)
My wife, damn right and proud to say it
My lady, I can trust I done finally made it
My main thang, my lil' shawty, my old lady
Took coversation wit my homies, this hoe crazy
This hoe think we be goin on trips and fuckin groupie hoes
And I be lyin when I say I'm at the studio
Listen'n to he said, she said so she went and cheated
She be givin me head and him, too
Heard you be caken him and call'n him boo
I want back my pink ice rings and Tim boots
You can get back all this bullshit you bought me
Fooled me, had me think'n you was my shawty, shawty
Caught her fucked up, can't say shit so keep ya trap shut
Knowin ya wrong on my phone and I know when I tapped up

[Chorus]
You was my main Roni
Got all your game from me
But then you changed on me
I, I, I never would have thought that you was cheatin on me

Cause you got game from me
Shiny diamond rings from me
But then you changed on me
I, I, I never would have thought that you was cheatin on me

I know it was plain for me
But now it's plain to see
You're not the dame for me
I, I, I never would have thought that you was cheatin on me

Cause you put shame on me
You left me to hang Roni
Love'll never be the same for me
I, I never would have thought that you was cheatin on me

[Kalage]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Back in the day
When I thought about us girl I thought about marriage
Me, you, new crib kids and a carriage
Thought everything was all good all gravy
You was my Hope I was your Bo Brady
For real, I loveded you so much
My damn dick got hard think'n about your touch
You were sweeter than candy
And had a pussy print that look like a midget man
Standin in your panties
Fine motherfucker thick thighs, boleggs
Thought you was a queen, hell yea I broke bread
For slow sex and more head than asprin
Lately huff'n and puff'n, bus'n nuts gaspin
For air, grabbin your hair, you booted over
Never reachin the bed legs spread on the sofa
Gave you my time and money that's all I had
I aint ask you for shit but you gave me crap
Yea I heard you was fuck'n and suck'n my boy Dennis
(sean let me explain) wait a minute let me finish
While I be at the job work'n bus'n my ass
You be sneak'n and creep'n the street fuck'n for cash
I can't believe this shit girl I loveded you
Now I wish I wouldn't even fucked wit you
You can use the phone you better call Tyrone
Pack your shit and be gone when I come back home

[Chorus x2]

[Tasha:] I'm home!
[Boy:] Hey Mama!
[T:] Hi, where's Smoke at?
[Boy:] He, uh, he had went with this dude named Coach, but he left you a letter
[T:] A letter?
[Boy:] Um uh
[T:] 4real?
[Boy:] Yeah
[T:] Let me see it
[Boy:] Mama

Dear Tasha
it's quote unquote ya one and only baby
I wrote this out cause in person I know you tried to shake me
cause yous a thin line type of hoe
I wanna fight hoe
kitchen knife hoe
ya psycho!
I admit I slipped I should've knew you was a stupid hoe
thinking I shot a cupid's bow
but little do you know
I been fucking other nigga bitches, yep
that's the way to hit 'em
cause she'll keep shut and keep up her relationship with him
Remember Tim with the rim shop
that your friend brought to meet us and the clique
his bitch be loving the dick
Remember Nicholas that once lived with us
who be sniffing dust his wife like leather whips and cuffs
Remember Marcus who sold us two dimes for the 15
how he hit that hoe? Uh-uh he need to get that bitch cleaned
Remember Roc with the drop top
candy flip flop box had this trick bitch lips locked on my big cock
Mike and Joe I get hoes I be digging em out
We have threesomes both like dick and clit in they mouth
Rememer Randy that hang with Danny
got a sister named Brandy his old lady don't wear no panties
Remember Steve I played ball with
you done seen him with me his bitch like dick between her titties
and oh yeah
Your brother-in-law's bitch don't you know her
ain't that your sister I had to hit her
spent no cash to get her
now ain't I a nasty nigga
thank you were playing me, got the last get-ta, wha!

[Tasha:] Ooooooh, Smoke I hate you! (hate you hate you hate you hate you)

[Chorus: (2x)]
When you were cheating on me
I was cheating on you
We both was cheating on we
So what the fuck we gon do?
I don't know!

[Phone rings]
Anwsering Maching picks up:
Yeah this Tasha, I'm not home right now but leave your name and number and I might get back to you [beep]

I gotcha hiding
you know you wrong girl
pick up the phone
stop playing
I know you there
you hear me I know you home
You ain't gotta be scared
I ain't crazy deranged
hell I been sneaking cheating and doing the same thang
my dog had been creeping fucking every bitch
in your trick clique
to the one that put your weave in
She been licking me up
licking my dick and my butt
she swollow cum you don't
you stop and spit in a cup
Ya girl Pam the one that spent the night at ya house
I call her Gargamale
she gargle male balls in her mouth
and you mama now that's the real freak of the year
like to watch me jack my dick then skeet in her ear
and I know you know Brenda the with the baby
she keep swearing I'm the daddy she crazy
want me to kick it with her like I don't know she a slut
she gave me that doo-doo brown
I stuck my dick in her [anwsering machine beeps]

[Chorus 3x to fade]

[No lyrics]

I woke up on Fox found myself starring on Cops
Got chased by squad cars and cameras for two blocks
I hate the man yea I ran
To HBO and stole lethal weapons From Mel and Dan Glover's hand
Ran back to Fox found Martin
Me and Bruhman from the fifth floor
Climbed throught the window
From his apartment
Ran up on'em, had a mask on gat in each hand
Robbed Martin, Tommy, Cole, Gena and Pam
Told'em gimmie your bread, mayo, cheese and ham
Took two sandmiches and Stole Cole's Grand Am
Left in a hurry heard footsteps, looked in the rearview
Is this an earthquake? Naw its Big Shirley!!
She came after the bucket of chicken and clole slaw
Cole bought last week and left in the back seat
I jumped out and just kept running until my chest hurt
Hooked up with Forest Gump and ran to Cartoon Network
I gotta find Bubba, shut up he been dead
Big Shirley probably ate him and Lieutenant Dan's Legs
I need Jenny, damn sure do cause right now
The only thing that can stop Big Shilrey is Jenny Craig

I aint goin to jail, I aint goin to jail
Aw man I aint even did nothin
Shit man I aint goin to jail

Now I'm a wanted fugitive, runin with hot gats
Duck'n the cops from Fox and the fuck'n Swat Cats
Damn, here come Batman in the batmobile
Floss'n on four vowed rims, with four coats of steal tryna catch me
But I ran fast, he couldn't grab me
I jumped in the green van wit Scooby-Doo and Shaggy
I put the gun to Shag's head said don't look back
And told Scooby, play dead and gimmie your Scooby snacks
Then we drove way reached the stop sign at a four way
I hopped out and rode with O.J, rode the whole day
He told me caught Nicole and Ron Gold doin four play
Killed'em both and throwed way the bloody glove in an old lake
I aint sayin he shoulda killed her but I understand
Picture yo broad riden in yo car with another man
You given yo deisel and she blowin a hudred grand
Goin shoppin, call Cochran tell Cato to take the stand
He took me to set it off with four delighted bitches wit glocks
You know Kim, Latifah, Jada, Vivaca Fox
Went in the bank strapped with A.K's
This is a raid everybody throw lay down the hay

Aight don't nobody mothafuckin move
This a mothafuckin robbery, lay down
Come here, come here, come here bitch
Put the money in the motherfukin bag
You don't wanna die, hurry the fuck up

I stashed my half of cash in the dashboard of a stolen Ford Escort
Changed clothes and drove to the airport
Flew to the island of MTV but go figure
Besides Tyrese and Ananda, I aint see no niggas
And I stayed for three whole days and layed low
Kidnapped the cast of Road Rules and stole the Winne Bago
Rode to Rap City bumpin U.G.K and Jigga
Spend the night in the basement with the Hot Boys and Mama Tigga

Man she can cook
She made some pig feet, some greens, some hogmog
Man anyway

Woke up the next mornin yawnin what the fuck is this?
Man get the camera out my face, he said you've just been hit
That's when I met her, I swear to god I never forget her
A fine big doonk senorita and her name Cita
She was jazzy yea she had computer generated skin
But hell at least her ass wasn't ashy
I took her home and down loaded my hard drive
For bout five straight hours right between her thighs

[Kalage]
I'm lookin for a made misses, not one of them lazy chickens
But one them on top of her game, paid bitches
I lay bitches and slay bitches, fast and free
So fuck that, I want a lady I can give cash to be
A lover, makin me say "unngh" like Master P
And helpin me out when I'm deep in a catastraphe
She has to be, top notch and full of class
Or rollin a new drop top full a gas, to pull her ass
Gotta come correct and you better have your game tight
She ain't the type of girl you meet and then fuck the same night
She's a hot girl, one that you can smoke Jane with
But so jazzy, flashin her diamonds on her bracelet
She don't say shit, keepin our love on the d-low
I trust and believe in her, like Shira, she's my hero
She don't need no zeroes she want a jazzy dime nigga to kick it with
Splittin it fifty/fifty down the middle

[Chorus 2x]
I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
Walkin and pass me the switch, flashin her wrist
Where you at ma'?
I'm lookin for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

[Boondox]
She had broke niggas and she said some nice hoe niggas
Showboat poor niggas perpetratin with no scrilla
She like more zippers, flow flippers and go getters
Hydro twistas, gold grillers to roll with
And you don't have to be a dope dealer or an old nigga
So don't go twistin with a gold nigga
'Cause she's a boss bitch, a slim Diana Ross bitch
That you can floss with that don't cost shit
And anytime I want to I can toss it
And when I toss it, I ain't gon' lie, I raw dog it
'Cause she's so jazzy, every five minutes I stop and tell her
Bitches playa hate because they not, they jealous
Loooooong micros with lots of cheddar
Givin me more D's than Jay-Z, she'll Roc-A-Fella
Classy, I gots to say it in a capella
So y'all rats can hear me clear, y'all gots to do better

[Chorus]

[Kalage]
If you feel that you's a jazzy nigga, you feel the same as me
Jazzy hoes, I feel ya Jermaine Dupri
Because classy ain't the thing to be, and yes it's plain to see
If you a skank you can't hang with me!
No I can't have no rat claimin me, like a leech, clang to me
Or much, you should be shamed to be
Ridin in the Chevy thing with me, it's not the place for them
Jazzy, classy girls I'm chasin them, I wanna stay with them
And lay with them, passin pussy's not the way for them
I'm lacin 'em with more ice than a hockey stadium
She gets down with me, freakin in any position
Fine as all our dough, no, don't need me no pigeon
I'm needin a pinchin to make sure that I'm not dreaming
Like Cash Money, when you see her it's like bling, bling
I'm lookin for ya, so let a nigga spoil ya
As if I was your daddy and you was my daughter

[Chorus 2x]

What, I need a jazzy bitch, c'mon, I need a jazzy bitch....

[Chorus]
You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you
You don't have to cry no more
If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it real with you
You don't have to cry no more

[Boondox] I remember bein broke with no record deal
[Kalage] Broke with no job
[B] Too broke to smoke dope
[K] Man, times so hard
I wanna take my own life
[B] That's what pain do to you
[K] But I'm too broke to even die
[B] I couldn't afford a funeral
[K] I'm too broke to spend time
[B] Y'all don't know how it feel
I could've been a metal welder
[K] 'Cause I know how to steel (steal)
[B] Naw, I ain't braggin, I'm just keepin it real
I was so broke my wet dream was 'bout eatin a meal
[K] Man I been homeless
[B] You ever spent the night in the grass?
[K] With ants and mesquitos
[B] While they bitin ya ass
[K] My best friend got shot nine times for nothin
He was all I had, we used to lie and say we was cousins
[B] Even momma turned her back on me, wouldn't look me in my face
I'm a disgrace to my folks...
[K] 'Cause I ain't graduate?
[B] I ain't have nobody
[K] Man, I wish I was dead
[B] I was alone so I turned to God and he said

[Chorus]

[Boondox]
As far as I remember, I been in high school ever since elementary
Since the fifth I been twistin spliffs and hittin the weed
My eyes went through menestration every day in the summer
At age six, my piss could crank up a Hummer
Had a hooker mom, like Alfred she Hitchcock
Bumped dad, 'cause when he visit it was like a pit stop
I lived knock hard, like Jay-Z, boy ya won
Things got harder, at age eighteen, I bought a gun
A three-eighty caliber, for street crazy scavengers
Tryna take my ??, I'll turn your hat lavender
Sacks of herb in my pocket I smoke eventually
Supposed to be sellin 'em, but it's hard to give 'em away
Livin the day for tomorrow, so on the down-low
I used beats and rhymes, why not, look at me now
From flippin dimes, playin get like me to get a dollar
To ridin on my own twenties in my Impala, I ain't cryin

[Chorus]

[Kalage]
Well, I been hearin a lotta people say that blood's thicker than water
Well answer this then, which would you swallow?
I said that to say, it don't matter, friend or kin
Shawn ain't my cousin but he here through thick and thin
[B] OK, I came up but all the faith folks came down
[K] The script flip flopped
[B] Now the game changed round
Everybody wanna chill now, in my grill now
Now my smile ice cold, white gold like whooooooaaaa!

[Chorus 4x]

[Paparue]
Run it
Yo, you know what I'm sayin' it's the original Paparue
(Original original)
And I'm passin' through with my boys from Down South
(Down South)
The Field Mob
(Field Field)
And also I'm bringin' this for all the girly girly's
(Must bring it)
Who like to shake it at the club
(Shake it Shake it)
Who like to twurk it at the club
(Twurk it Twurk it)
And you know something this is how we rub-a-dub
So Field Mob - Come Down

[Kalage]
I met this fine young tender named Vivian
Brown-skinned cinnamon
Playin' and pimpin' men
Swimmin' in Benjamins
Body like a Buick bumpin', jumpin', and jigglin'
Butt look like big lips talkin' and whisperin'
Sayin' . . . and her voice so feminine
Either her booty talkin' or my Hennessey kickin' in
I smile, give a grin
Grab that butt with both hands
Man she moved it over and started hunchin' my Jimmy then
See I'm gon' hit her then
Switch up and stick her friend
I'm skinny built like a spoon
They grits I'm diggin' in
I don't be spendin' ends
But they gon' givin' chin
They lick it and kiss it then say . . .
They pagin' and beepin', beggin' for me to come hit again
I'm pimpin' plenty women, game stronger than 20 men
Damn lil' momma proper halter top and knee-knockers
But before I freak the senorita she gotta

[Hook]
Me say shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it like she bout to hurt somethin'
Me say shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it like she bout to hurt somethin'
Shake somethin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it like she bout to hurt somethin'
Me say shake sumthin'
Me wanna see you twurk somethin'
Lil' momma work it, work it, work it

[Boondox Blax]
I know a shawty, they call her Shellette
I wanna holla at
Dark skinned chocolate
Plus shawty drop a 'llac
Big breasts are proper set
Her game, she on top of it
She break big ballers that'll infrared dot ya head
Micro's and contacts, oooh, I wanna knock her dead
Vicky Secret scents in the air, why I want her pop her leg
I heard in the streets that shawty give lots of head
Good hot my mouth too, have you jumpin' up out the bed
And plus shawty rock baguettes
Chickens wanna chop her head
Off cause she jazzy with more cheese than broccoli
We on the dance floor, from side to side she rockin' it
Toot it up and stoppin' it
Then droppin' and poppin' it
She said "Oooh, you on hard" I had to stop and check
Pants pokin', I knew then her number I gotta get
Tipsy off of Heineken ready to shake some
[Paparue]
Shawty flexa
Time to have sexa

[Hook]

[Paparue]
Look a big booty girl
But I bet her rock me world and me say big booty girl
Diamonds and pearls
Big booty girl
But I bet her rock me world and me say big booty
Me want a big booty girl
Big booty girl
Me rock her world and me say big booty girl
Like diamonds and pearls
Big booty girl
And when she rock me world and me say big booty
Big booty girl

[Hook]

[Kalage]
Yeah (Uh), Yeah (Uh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
I like the ones with the weave
The thong-th-th-thong-th-thongs and Capri's
[Boondox]
You can come home with me if you a girl on them 6-inch heels
[Kalage]
Or a black blonde with the natural and gold in yo grill
Earring in yo tongue, you dark and you lovely
Fine from yo heels up, but yo toes ugly
[Boondox]
Plus it ain't bubbley (What?)
The back part
I ain't actin' hard, but you ain't touchin' me
Look, them tight Capri pants be fittin' her right
But her booty is much bigger, so that's what I like
I know a lot of shawty's out there sayin' that's not right
But she the jazziest, and that's what I'ma take home tonight

[Paparue]
A me say, I know a little girl by the name of Suzy
She look so sweet and she really sexy
I go home and she take off my shoe
Say "Ohh Paparuby, let me make love to you"
?On top my mind, me say "My, my, my"
The woman on top of the woman is a lesbian
But the Ruby on top of woman it's a stylin' fashion
Stylin fashion, it's a stylin' fashion
Give me a big booty girl
And I bet her rock me world and me say big booty
Ahhhhhh
Me say big booty girl
And I bet she rock me world and me say big booty girl
Big booty girl

You, you know what I'm sayin'
This the original crew (Original)
And all the big booty girls passin' through (Pass through)
You this for you and you (Whaaaat)
This the original Paparue (Yeah-yeah)
You know what I'm sayin' with the Field Mob
And we doin' this especially for the club
How you mean
Big booty girl
Let her rock me world
Down
Look, Paparue, Field Mob
Yeah-yeah
How you mean

Hey hey, hey hey, hey shawty
Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty
Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty
Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty

Swisher in my ear when I'm rollin up
I see this beautiful whore, she finer than a mutha' fu'
Got ya hair and ya nails did, got the little kid with the cashews
With an attitude that you could never lose
I know you think I'm paid because I'm lookin at ya car
Just call me Old E 'cause baby you the star
I see you lookin at me lookin at you
That voodoo that you do got me gone so I sing a song (hey shawty)
For times I'm alone with the number of your phone
You givin me the eye so I know it's really real on
First let me tell you 'bout my baby mama at home
And as you'll find out, it's time to time out
You in the same situation, the love probation got you fiendin for some dick
You ain't slick
But you got your hair right, plus you look and smell good and it read right

[Chorus]
Hey shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
Fiendin for some pussy 'cause I need me a shawty
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
I can be your nigga but you can be my shawty
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
Fiendin for some pussy 'cause I need me a shawty
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
I can be your nigga but you can be my shawty

I been all over the world look for a fine girl I could trust
Lookin me up and make a nigga better
?? you up and know I got you lovin to fuck
I can't wait 'til I get home
Lay down, is you feelin me now, let me hold ya boo
Take a picture with ya, let me get close to you
I'm a give it to you like a nigga 'posed to do
You overdue, I'm a hit you like you told me to
Slow ya roll 'cause I'm a make you love me slow
Before you go, don't even wanna open the door
I'm in you again, we smokin, eyes rollin again
We in the bed, got ya legs up, pumpin again
Please ya good, ya need, I'm a feed you good
Feed you good, my girl don't need no nigga
Rubbin ya down, I'm so in love with your mind
And it's the first time, so let me tell girl I'm lookin for

[Chorus 1/2x]

I's at the club, kickin it and watch them hoes shake
Puffin on weed, guzzlin gin and O.J.
I was fucked up, itchin to bust a fast nut
Lovin nothin but sluts who back that ass up
Then I met you, me sweat who, sweat you?
If I did it was to caress and undress you
You was off the chain with the eyes, nice smile, fat butt, big breasts too
I had to stress you
To see if you was gonna let me hit it and run
Whip it and quit it, because you made it quicker to come
But you told me, slowly, no, no
Plus you'll never ask me for no dough
Now I mention the ??, me and you been livin it up
Things done changed, but now you been givin it up
I'm deep in ya guts, havin women and squeezin ya butt
?? status wit the position to chill

[Chorus]

You say you need a nigga that could take you to your destiny, ecstasy
I can take you there
Right hand up in ya cock, left hand strokin through yo' micro-braided hair
I'm a make you come
Tantilizing erotic pleasure for both of us, let me ease your pain
Come and let me heat your flame, relax as I ease your strain as I beat your thing
Not the one to eat your thing
I leave that to your lucious, lunchbox, cocksucker for free
But if you keep it on the low-low, I'm a hurt if you don't know
You can keep the cock in it for me
Shit, if you don't give a damn if we, I'm a bring the whole family
?? the house of Girbauds
Eighteen, ??, Giaminar (?)
Run a train, make the pussy pop afar, bring it on

[Chorus]