Laulunsanoja:
Field Mob

! jockin Try me and my glock'll be, cockin! poppin Now just imagine if there wasnt no real niggas No hustlas, thugstas, mobstas, and field niggas On

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

My shorty done cut me loose She say she don't want no more My shorty done cut me loose and left me in the wind Got a new man wit a Ph.D. and cheese,

Stay up Hold ya head up It's hell in the streets boy Hold your head young nigga, cause it's hell I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full of butterflies

'm in the field, thats white lil' niggas and me From dusk to dawn 'til the sun come and it leave Through all seasons, winter, fall, summer and spring Pickin', pushin', pullin', cuttin' the field

My main girl, ain't that some shit, I ain't with it Niggas ain't shit, bitches ain't either All that fallin' in love and all that It don't work, it ain

night while my man goes out with his homies I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved This is a Jazzi Fizle purductshisle my nizzle Jazzie Faith, Field Mob

Yeh yeh you know it [3x] [Singing] F.B.I. Hey man F.B.I. [2x] [Shawn Jay] Say dem field mob cats relentless Ashy to to classy's a classic But they

I came up in the hood, infested with teenage hustlers Street grinders, paper chasin', scrapin' busters By keepin' dust up noses an' caine homes, pipes