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Field Mob » K.A.N.
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	field mob, i'm shawn J and him, thats boondoc i represent the south, and thats the way i'm a keep it if u got game then peep it, its the southern way i wouldn't have it no other way, so mutha fuck what the others say, love it or leave. yes its hard but its fair, gotta hustle to get it keep grindin and grindin, and soon u will get it, the struggle is in me, thats how i had to live, thats why i'm actin like a nigga that ain't never had shit, mashin the flo master to the floor, petal to the metal hear the dual pipes roar, wanna be a balla shot caller, twenty inch blades skinny benny tryin to get paid (Chorus:) we them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map, ridin heavy big bodies and vogues we drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swishers and boy we love fucking them hoes (repeat) damn real i'm a country ass nigga, shawn show no shame bare-foot on 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 come ridin a stretch box chevy, follow me now, i'm a take you where the good dope at call it butter where the hood folks at, in the gutter stay low, keep movin nah you can't stop them boys infrared dot your du-rag and tanktop that guerilla coke grown suburban word with more grams than a old folks home now this the way i slang dick every which a way, best get your bitch and pray she don't wanna get with J but if i do mack your bitch, you just shit outta luck like leprechaun laxative (chorus) i get sick if i ain't home in the south u can hear it in my voice watch i get on the track and ride like a rolls royce and lean in it, spit sixteen, supreme splendid tipsy from tangueray with tangerines in it they say the south slow, folk whats the speed limit? nah, fuck the speed limit these bustas need gimmics the game like a skinny girl pussy, deep so deep, you could park a limosine in it all in my green tinted, d's in it chevy caprice in it on mean 20's paint shinin like oil sheens in it leanin on white blunts, so fresh so clean in it it ain't sprite or water then don't u drink in it 6:15 in beatin up your spleen in it tricks dream to be in it, just to be seen in it flex, mug mean in it whe
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