1,
2, 3
[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
[music to fade]
So What
(feat. Ciara)
[Chorus: Ciara]
They say he do a little
of this
He do a little of that
He's always in trouble,
and I heard
He ain't nothing but
a pimp
He got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say he think
he's slick
He got a lot of chips
He's so messed up, I
heard
He's been locked up Find
Somebody else
He ain't nothing but
a thug
So what (x4)
[Verse 1: Field Mob]
And they say I'm a slut,
I'm a hoe, I'm a freak
I got a different girl
every day of the week
You too smart to
You'd be a dummy to believe
That stuff that you heard
That they say about me
They say I done this
They said I done that
But all of it's fiction
none of it's facts
But you don't be hearing
that about your love
You let it go in one
ear and out the other
The he say, she say,
they say, I heard
The beef ain't, 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 there
Nothing but liars hating
I bet
They wouldn't mind trading
places
With you by my side in
my Mercedes
[Chorus: Ciara]
They say he do a little
of this
He do a little of that
He's always in trouble,
and I heard
He ain't nothing but
a pimp
He got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say he think
he's slick
He got a lot of chips
He's so messed up, I
heard
He's been locked up Find
Somebody else
He ain't nothing but
a thug
So what (x4)
[Verse 2: Field Mob]
Mo' money mo' problems
Life of a legend
Haters throw salt like
rice at a wedding
So what, that's your
cousin
That don't mean nothing
Her like missing in a
tight of affection
You get, you just blind
to the facts
See the lies, just obvious
drives for attention
You to the fine just
supply your suspicious
But listen, say you love
me
Gotta trust me
Why you stress this high
school mess
Break up never, they
just jealous
Drama for your mama,
mean mug for your brother
I'm the author of the
book nigga judge by the cover, yes
I-I been to jail, yes
I-I'm grinding for real
and
I'm positive, they talking
negative pimp
They hate to see you
doing better then them, so
[Chorus: Ciara]
They say he do a little
of this
He do a little of that
He's always in trouble,
and I heard
He ain't nothing but
a pimp
He got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say he think
he's slick
He got a lot of chips
He's so messed up, I
heard
He's been locked up Find
Somebody else
He ain't nothing but
a thug
So what (x4)
(Ladies and gentlemen!
Ciara!)
[Hook: 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 gon' be here for
you
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 like the thug in you
No matter what people
think
I'm gon' be here for
you
And I don't care what
they say
[Chorus: Ciara]
He do a little of this
He do a little of that
He's always in trouble,
and I heard
He ain't nothing but
a pimp
He got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say he think
he's slick
He got a lot of chips
He's so messed up, I
heard
He's been locked up Find
Somebody else
He ain't nothing but
a thug
So what (x4)
At the Park
[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
Sunday at the paaarrrrk
[Verse 1 - Shawn Jay]
Now what you gon go do
after church
Hit the mall snatch a
hat grab a shirt
Wash the 'Lac wax the
'Vert clean the truck
We finna ball stash the
strap and pass the purp
Me and my dogs ridin
old school whippin in the back street
Lookin for the tickets
on the strip like Zaxby's
Now them hoes is out
boy believe it
When they be cute I have
to stop em
Love myself some Georgia
Peaches and daisy dukes wit apple bottoms
Police tell us leave
we wanna chill
Free plate took the cooked
meat on the girll
Shawty gon choose when
she see me lean
Make the draws drop fast
like my TV screens
So high think I might
overdose
Behind tint gettin bent
tint smokin dro
[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
Sunday at the paaarrrrk
[Verse 2 - Chevy P aka
Smoke]
I'm at the park tryna
holla at every girl
The paint on the Chevy
drippin like a jheri curl
We covered in candy on
mustard and mayonnaise
We ride 30 spokes while
the others on fan blades
We firin up the dro bumpin
Frankie and Maze
Top down sittin low chillin
under the shade
Watchin cars cruisin
I should walk wit jewelry
The broads they choosin
baby how you doin
Some barbequin playin
cards they losin
?? get stupid then they
start to shootin
Patron in the trunk wit
the coolers of brewskis
We dogs on the hunt for
thick hips and the booty
Fresh dressed like a
million bucks
You see me I keep cologne
Red Monkey jeans cuffs
Then I step out the car
then I thought "oh no"
I got back in I forgot
my one zone
[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
Sunday at the paaarrrrk
[Verse 3 - Shawn Jay]
It's a ghetto fashion
show who came the freshest
Who donk the meanest
who paint the wettest
It ain't you thats why
ya chick chose me
I park a big body like
Miss Monique
Freak ho tight clothes
showin off her belly ring
Look like she twenty-five
prolly only seventeen
It's Shawn Jay yall know
how I buy homie
New antique tags 229
on it
[Chevy P aka Smoke]
Hard tops and drops halter
tops
Broads flop and jock
we watch and clock
Got a plate of macaroni
pork and beans and ribs
Two pieces of light bread
koolaid to sip
It's hotter than a sunny
day in hell
Can't wait to get to
the park like its money in the mail
We smokin drankin kickin
it chillin
Maxin relaxin celebratin
yeah
[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
Sunday at the paaarrrrk
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
Sunday at the paaarrrrk |
My
Wheels
[Chevy P aka Smoke]
Yay... so brand new (it's
a celebration bitches)
Him and Chevrolet...
Him and Chevrolet...
Let's go Joe
[Bridge ("Hey" repeated
throughout)]
24s on the donk go (round
and round
round and round round
and round)
24s on the donk go (round
and round
round and round round
and round)
[Hook]
Brand new 24s on the
Chevrolet
I wash 'em up everyday
How do you like my wheels
(my wheels)
Check out my wheels (wheels)
HEY!
[Shawn Jay]
Now everybody smoke but
I be higher than the birds go
My donk got big feet
I'm drivin on the dirt flo'
Naw this ain't ya average
old school
My paint (change faster)
than the (cast of Road Rules)
My tires is skinny the
rims wide and swole
My sound system like
ya (life) I got the (highs and lows)
Ya hear me comin I'll
give you time to hide ya hoes
Be five minutes before
ya see me cause I'm drivin slow
Fresher than potpourri
be betcha I'm smokin freely
Leather with oak and
TVs matchin my spokes and peet me (??)
Slow motion like a blimp
I glide
And I didn't need (Xzibit)
to "Pimp My Ride"
[Hook - 2X]
[Chevy P aka Smoke]
My Chevy Caprice's windows
darker than my complexion is
Tinted like you ridin
in the car with the President
And it's sittin way up
in the air people wave say hey and stare
Cause my Chevy wheels
(bigger than the ferris at the fair)
They shinin brighter
than the sun I wash 'em from Monday to Sunday
I (wax on and wax off)
like I'm (Daniel-san)
My roof's missin on my
car it's (topless) like a (titty bar)
I thought I saw my ceiling
on the back of a milk carton
24 inch wires spin Pirellis
on my tire's wheel
Enough fuel in my Chevy
to start a campfire wit
The doors open by remote
that's why you see no handles
(beep beep) watch the
doors go up like a Lambo
[Hook - 2X]
[Bridge ("Hey" repeated
throughout)]
24s on the donk go (round
and round
round and round round
and round)
24s on the donk go (round
and round
round and round round
and round)
[Shawn Jay]
I'm addicted to choppin
I... tried to stop
I-I-I feel the fiends
Cause see I love (Chevys)
the way they (like a rock)
I heard that Kanye West
sayin Jesus Walks
But if He see what I
ride He'll have a reason to drive
(Stevie Wonder) flow
(can't see me) but you feelin it
FBI forever Chevy tell
'em who they dealin wit
[Chevy P aka Smoke]
We the young do' slammers
wear the crown around town
As the wheels on my donk
go round and round
My speakers (hit) like
(Sammy Sosa) got that DJ Magic Mike (BASS)
Backseat.. acne (bumpin)
like (Craig Mack's face)
Pissin 'em off me cause
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" repeated
throughout)]
24s on the donk go (round
and round
round and round round
and round)
24s on the donk go (round
and round
round and round round
and round)
Baby Bend Over
Wait a minute motherfucker
[Intro - Polow Da Don]
I 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 - Shawn Jay]
I used to have a girl
'til I met you (met you)
I bet all the niggaz
sweat you (sweat you)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
Way too pretty and ya
thick too (thick too)
I'll never disrespect
you (never)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
[Bridge]
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
[Verse 1 - Shawn Jay]
I want her (want her)
she know it (she know it)
Look how she lick her
lips man she posin (she posin)
Neighborhood dime project
broad
Somebody baby mama fine
no stretch marks
I'm Shawn (I'm Shawn)
get a better view (yep)
Yellow diamonds same
color Theraflu
New shoes new shirt new
jeans (new jeans)
So cool so fresh so clean
(so clean)
You got me fantasizin
wonder how the sex feel
I beat the pussy all
night on a Ex pill
So drunk so high so ready
(so ready)
Club close had her ridin
shottie in the Chevy like
[Hook - Shawn Jay]
I used to have a girl
'til I met you (met you) (yeah right)
I bet all the niggaz
sweat you (sweat you) (mmhmm)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
Way too pretty and ya
thick too (thick too) (I know)
I'll never disrespect
you (never) (mmm whatever)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
[Verse 2 - Chevy P aka
Smoke]
She got nice breasts
(big breasts) big booty (nice booty)
But I ain't frontin bend
over and moon me (moon me)
Tonight I brought a lot
of change I ain't runnin out
So why not make it rain
for them thunder thighs
I'm fly (I'm fly) like
my pants zipper (like my pants zipper)
Fresher than old dude
and his man wit him
Look good smell good
I'm good
(Whats good Chevy) whats
up how you doin
You so gotdamn fine I
gotta have ya
I beat the pussy all
night on Viagra
So geeked so right so
crunk
I let her drive while
I ride shotty in my donk like
[Hook - Shawn Jay]
I used to have a girl
'til I met you (met you) (yeah right)
I bet all the niggaz
sweat you (sweat you) (mmhmm)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
Way too pretty and ya
thick too (thick too) (I know)
I'll never disrespect
you (never) (mmm whatever)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
[Verse 3 - Shawn Jay]
I got the chick on my
jock she want the big harpoon (poon)
Skip the marriage for
the honeymoon (moon)
I'll be damned now we
back at the room (room)
And I'm diggin in the
puddin wit a 9 inch spoon
Ladies say I got the
glow
All this ice got me feelin
like a eskimo
Hey.. [sings] all I wanna
doooooo
It's ahh ahh I'm throoooough
[Chevy P aka Smoke]
Chevy P my life is like
a fairy ta-yale (tail)
From Monday to Sunday
a different female
My O's weigh 36 on my
sca-yale (scale)
If you don't tell I can
sell
Clientele whippin yayo
Its jumpin like the lark
straighten on yo Kangol
Strip.. club the home
of ass and titties
So baby bend over for
me girl let me spin it
[Hook - Shawn Jay]
I used to have a girl
'til I met you (met you) (yeah right)
I bet all the niggaz
sweat you (sweat you) (mmhmm)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
Way too pretty and ya
thick too (thick too) (I know)
I'll never disrespect
you (never) (mmm whatever)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
[Bridge]
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
Now baby bend over (yeah)
now baby bend over (yeah)
Area Code 229
[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 |
