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Field Mob From Tha Roota To Tha Toota

It ain't no converhation Bitch no dimistration Get the fuck up out my face before I spray yo ass in yo face bitch You fuckin wit a grown man Bitch you

's cabin And with mo' glass in it, than in your cabinets Or is it the way we come down watchin' XXX White sex from the ceilin', visors, and headrests

new man wit a Ph.D. and cheese, but he pees in the pants He's sixty, she's in her twenties She said I be hard in her, overworking her And when I hit from

'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

keep 'em life from they stand Every night prayin' for prayin' go as far as the ceilin' Got me feel like I'm cursed from this heart that I'm dealin' An

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

his hand But they need em to keep em life from they stand Every night praying for praying go as far as the ceiling Got me feel like I'm (cursed) from

Abe Lincoln's cabin and with mo' glass in it, than in your cabinets Or is it the way we come down watchin' XXX white sex from the ceilin', visors, and

my momma, can't deny that face And as a child, everynight I prayed For a rap record deal, man sometimes, twice I'd say "Lord save me, take me, away from