Field Mob lyrics
Field Mob lyrics
"Da' Durty lyrics"
Starshine lyrics
nice to see me but i don't know what i'm goin' to dolies to feed me spreadin' my eagle on you triesto please me can't stand the way you move eyes to sleaze mebut i know the way you gonna get myself to you feel the spacein my mind alright a million stars let them shine alrightstarshine nice to see me but you don't know what i'm goin'thru lines to feed me spreadin' my illegal abuse triesto please me can't stand t
nice to see me but i don't know what i'm goin' to dolies to feed me spreadin' my eagle on you triesto please me can't stand the way you move eyes to sleaze mebut i know the way you gonna get myself to you feel the spacein my mind alright a million stars let them shine alrightstarshine nice to see me but you don't know what i'm goin'thru lines to feed me spreadin' my illegal abuse triesto please me can't stand t
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
No Substance lyrics
History doesn't make something right Consensus is not a fact-based exercise You're tied and bound to this selfindulgent enterprise... We call America A brush with a star, a token of love A name in the sand, enough is enough A diet of air, a face on the net A fish your palm, your television set Once you convince yourself The universe falls into place You've got your ideas And your posse of friends 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
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
History doesn't make something right Consensus is not a fact-based exercise You're tied and bound to this selfindulgent enterprise... We call America A brush with a star, a token of love A name in the sand, enough is enough A diet of air, a face on the net A fish your palm, your television set Once you convince yourself The universe falls into place You've got your ideas And your posse of friends
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
Preachers Of The Night lyrics
See the gates of hell and they're still bleeding Creatures of the night are creeping out - so proud I'll be there once more to feed them More and more they're sneaking in my mind - so strong All in all nothing's left behind Cannot hold it back this dark desire Don't turn your head or you'll be dead The good have gone to ground - you know why Preachers of the night - they're calling Preachers of the night - the
wastin' his bongSee the gates of hell and they're still bleeding Creatures of the night are creeping out - so proud I'll be there once more to feed them More and more they're sneaking in my mind - so strong All in all nothing's left behind Cannot hold it back this dark desire Don't turn your head or you'll be dead The good have gone to ground - you know why Preachers of the night - they're calling Preachers of the night - the
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
Ooooh Yeah lyrics
[Hook] Oooh ooh yeah, ooh oooh ooh yeah yeah Clap-clappin' that-clappin' that ass, clap-clappin' that-clappin' ass, that ass Wop-woppin' that-woppin' that ass, wop-woppin' that-woppin' that ass, that ass Oh oh oh oh yeah, oh oh oh oh yeah [Mystikal] Smokin' and fuckin' is some of my habit Fo' the grilly hand had come take up for my daddy A shot off in the kitchen jump but didn't get marriede 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!
[Hook] Oooh ooh yeah, ooh oooh ooh yeah yeah Clap-clappin' that-clappin' that ass, clap-clappin' that-clappin' ass, that ass Wop-woppin' that-woppin' that ass, wop-woppin' that-woppin' that ass, that ass Oh oh oh oh yeah, oh oh oh oh yeah [Mystikal] Smokin' and fuckin' is some of my habit Fo' the grilly hand had come take up for my daddy A shot off in the kitchen jump but didn't get married
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!