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| Field Mob Miscellaneous Da' Durty 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 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 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 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 we 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! |
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