Field Mob lyrics
Field Mob lyrics
"Haters lyrics"
[hook 2x]
HATERSSSSSSSSSS!
hatin cause my 20's be..choppin! choppin!
hatin cause these hoes be..jockin! jockin!
try me and my glock'll be..cockin! poppin!
[Kalage]
Why you wannaaaaaaaaaa playa hate on meeeeeee??
Is it the big truck sittin' up on Mike Jordans...thats 23's
with the big ole owl, dual heads roaring
Or is it the Caprice sittin' Emmitt Smiths...thats 22's
on the Impala on 20 inches
Mo' wood in it than old 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', v
Gift Of The White Man lyrics
(lyrics & music: Kay Hartung) On every day there was war And every man kills on and on The price for these men, a place by God But nobody's god did understand Who said killing was the key to paradise Who said killing was the law Who said killing was the bridge to milk and honey Who said
isors, and headrests(lyrics & music: Kay Hartung) On every day there was war And every man kills on and on The price for these men, a place by God But nobody's god did understand Who said killing was the key to paradise Who said killing was the law Who said killing was the bridge to milk and honey Who said
Or is it the ?? chain, the gucci hat, the gucci Air Jordan retros to match
Even though I step on the scene, so fresh and so clean
nice tek'n wit' me, I still got my weapon wit' me
strapped wit' a tek in my jeans
ready to squeeze, cause I know you haters get tempted to wear my
neck-a-lace.
[hook 2x]
[Trick Daddy]
Now just imagine if there wasnt no real niggas
no hustlas, thugstas, mobstas, and field niggas
On the treal, T double D, I still keep it real
I love the streets that you fuck niggas named Haterville
Lied on me, said I was a murder
A Frame Of Mind lyrics
As the man I am, I dislikeMore purities and feelings sendInto the extacy I hateNobody controls meMaybe it's because nobody wants toAnywayThey watch the terrorIn a maze full of gray we shall restIncomplete, fictive mirrorEnchanting the way, I do at my bestWhen a man d
er, said I used to serve you workAs the man I am, I dislikeMore purities and feelings sendInto the extacy I hateNobody controls meMaybe it's because nobody wants toAnywayThey watch the terrorIn a maze full of gray we shall restIncomplete, fictive mirrorEnchanting the way, I do at my bestWhen a man d
but I aint never heard of you
I love dub-deuces, only cause I'm sittin on em
and once again I'm gunnin, copped the big 500
A Chevy boy, candy green and chrome fronted
Niggas hide out or they ride out cause my shit runnin
I sold more oz's than cd's and lp's
Baby, I'm a thug plus I'm OG
I roll 'em heavy, I'm bout my fetti
and the feds is what I'm headed
if you fuck niggas keep tellin'.
[hook 2x]
[Boondox]
I was sittin in the rankin, 69 ??
and ceelo twankys (choppin)
4 15' subwoofers (blasting)
I dont like that nigga
Pretty Face lyrics
(Roch Voisine) Pretty face Leather and lace Someday I swear I'll put you in your place Pretty eyes Pretty smile The devil's work has never been so fine A little higher A little louder Your rock is rolling me down to my knees My fever Gets higher Every time you pick me up and spin me agai
, fuck that nigga(Roch Voisine) Pretty face Leather and lace Someday I swear I'll put you in your place Pretty eyes Pretty smile The devil's work has never been so fine A little higher A little louder Your rock is rolling me down to my knees My fever Gets higher Every time you pick me up and spin me agai
Man, I wanna shoot, slap, punch, kick, cut that niggaa!
Thats what they say on the low
WE'RE LOSING HIMMMM!
Thats what paramedics'll say
while you lay on the floor
Can we all just get along? smoke trees, hit a bong
Haters pussy niggas, so I'm a choke 'em wit' a thong
Even the block envy me, I make a mill wit' the flo'
but I'm better wit' coke and hot hennessey
My peers is like queers they only get mad
cause I ride rims old enough to buy beers
they smileeee while hatin' but when it comes to fakes
I spot more than dalmations
[hook 4x]