Field Mob
Haters lyrics
Songwriters: Castillo, Tony; Johnson, Shawn; Thompson, Arnel; Young, Maurice
[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...that's 23's
With the big ole owl, dual heads roaring
Or is it the Caprice sittin' Emmitt Smiths...that's 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', visors, and headrests
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 wasn't 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 murderer, said I used to serve you work
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 don't like that nigga, fuck that nigga
Man, I wanna shoot, slap, punch, kick, cut that niggaa!
That's what they say on the low
WE'RE LOSING HIMMMM!
That's 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]
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