Field Mob
Da' Dirty lyrics
Songwriters: Johnson, Shawn; Mosley, Toney Ricardo; Crawford, Darion; Anderson, Emanuel; Miller, Amin Anwar
The filthy, nasty, durty, 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 durty, 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 flop, gangstank in the zip-locks
Bitches need stitches whinin' bitches with lip gloss
We filthy boy, we nasty boy, we durty
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
It's da durty, da durty, durty
(Ha, what?)
Da durty, boy it's real in the field
It's da durty, da durty, durty
(Ha, what? Heard me?)
The filthy, nasty, durty, 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 durty ain't no wastin' his bong
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 durty, player then go back
Or run up a gorilla, gorillas that tow that
It's da durty, da durty, durty
(Ha, what?)
Da durty, boy it's real in the field
It's da durty, da durty, durty
(Ha, what? Heard me?)
The filthy, nasty, durty, south
Feel my foes from the field deep down in the south
Smokin' t-shirts and jeans, watch we go here and by
Say durty, south
(Durty south)
Say durty, south
(Durty south)
To my thugs from the field deep down in the south
Real big guns and barred paper chasin' for clock
Say durty, south
(Durty south)
Say durty, south
(Durty south)
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, get him off him boy
Get him off him boy, get him off him boy
(Get him)
It's da durty, da durty, durty
(Ha, what?)
Da durty, boy it's real in the field
It's da durty, da durty, durty
(Ha, what? Heard me?)
The filthy, nasty, durty, south
It's da durty, da durty, durty
(Ha, what?)
Da durty, boy it's real in the field
It's da durty, da durty, durty
(Ha, what? Heard me?)
The filthy, nasty, durty, south
It's da durty, da durty, durty
(Ha, what?)
Da durty, boy it's real in the field
It's da durty, da durty, durty
(Ha, what? Heard me?)
The filthy, nasty, durty, south
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