FIELD MOB LYRICS

"So What"
(feat. Ciara)

[Chorus: Ciara]
They say he do a little of this
He do a little of that
He's always in trouble, and I heard
He ain't nothing but a pimp
He got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say he think he's slick
He got a lot of chips
He's so messed up, I heard
He's been locked up Find Somebody else
He ain't nothing but a thug
So what
So what
So what
So what

[Verse 1: Field Mob]
And they say I'm a slut, I'm a hoe, I'm a freak
I got a different girl every day of the week
You too smart to
You'd be a dummy to believe
That stuff that you heard
That they say about me
They say I done this
They said I done that
But all of it's fiction none of it's facts
But you don't be hearing that about your love
You let it go in one ear and out the other
The he say, she say, they say, I heard
The beef ain't, we can't let it get on our nerves
She miserable, she just want you to be
Like her misery needs company
So don't listen to that vine of grapes there
Nothing but liars hating I bet
They wouldn't mind trading places
With you by my side in my Mercedes

[Chorus: Ciara]
They say he do a little of this
He do a little of that
He's always in trouble, and I heard
He ain't nothing but a pimp
He got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say he think he's slick
He got a lot of chips
He's so messed up, I heard
He's been locked up Find Somebody else
He ain't nothing but a thug
So what
So what
So what
So what

[Verse 2: Field Mob]
Mo' money mo' problems
Life of a legend
Haters throw salt like rice at a wedding
So what, that's your cousin
That don't mean nothing
Her like missing in a tight of affection
You get, you just blind to the facts
See the lies, just obvious drives for attention
You to the fine just supply your suspicious
But listen, say you love me
Gotta trust me
Why you stress this high school mess
Break up never, they just jealous
Drama for your mama, mean mug for your brother
I'm the author of the book nigga judge by the cover, yes
I-I been to jail, yes
I-I'm grinding for real and
I'm positive, they talking negative pimp
They hate to see you doing better then them, so

[Chorus: Ciara]
They say he do a little of this
He do a little of that
He's always in trouble, and I heard
He ain't nothing but a pimp
He got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say he think he's slick
He got a lot of chips
He's so messed up, I heard
He's been locked up Find Somebody else
He ain't nothing but a thug
So what
So what
So what
So what

(Ladies and gentlemen! Ciara!)

[Hook: Ciara]
Some people don't like it
'Cause you hang out in the streets
But you're my boyfriend
You've always been here for me
This love is serious
No matter what people think
I'm gon' be here for you
And I don't care what they say
Some people don't like it
'Cause you hang out in the streets
But you're my boyfriend
You've always been here for me
I like the thug in you
No matter what people think
I'm gon' be here for you
And I don't care what they say

[Chorus: Ciara]
He do a little of this
He do a little of that
He's always in trouble, and I heard
He ain't nothing but a pimp
He got a lot of chicks
He's always in the club
And they say he think he's slick
He got a lot of chips
He's so messed up, I heard
He's been locked up Find Somebody else
He ain't nothing but a thug
So what
So what
So what
So what



[Thanks to Freda for these lyrics]
[Thanks to Zainabut400@excite.com, sexyfinedyme@yahoo.com, mz_precious@hotmail.com, patricksgurl4eva@hotmail.com for correcting these lyrics]

DEM FRANCHIZE BOYZ LYRICS

"Ridin' Rims"

Yeah Nigga, (young juve) all yall niggas, (yall know what dis is) we
don't ride dees no mo nigga, we in
here wit flats nigga, we sittin' on lebron back ova here, all yall fake mounted aa niggas ridin' dees, we stop ridin' dees in '99 (checke checke) put dat
lil' boy shit up
(so so def)

[chorus X2]
if ya ridin' rimz, ya gotta ride flats (uh,ha) Im
sittin' high ridin' on lebron back (uh,ha)
des 23's (uh,ha) if yean know (uh,ha)
I got a Tahoe truck sittin' up on 24's

[verse 1]
I got mo grams dan teddy, got a cam in my chevey, my car go (eeerrrrr) and when I ride I'm
ready look like I'm glidin' on nothin', when I ride I be skatin', I
Pull up swervi' on Niggas they don't be tryin' they be hatin' they only ridin' on 20's, they might as well rid on hubs, if it ain't deuces or better, ya
might as well
put em' up, cuz where I'm from (from)
we mount up and ride on dem big rims,a whole supply of deuces that spin harder than windmills, i been real,(yeah) always too clean cuz I Pack heat, or
white leather guts
plush,bitch scream in da back seat
23's on my fuckin' so I ride and I
swerve, but we too clean fo da
fuckin' streetso I ride wit a perve

[chorus x2]

[verse 2]
I got da chevey sittin' high ,by matchin'corna' ties, michael jordans mounted up dats 23's
on da ride(jizzal man)I got man in da trunk, I'm workin' da alpine,
paint flippin', candy drippin', plus da wood inside, drivi' a big boy drop, a T.V. in da rear,da european clip on da rotatin' rim just got em up out jail
(and dat mothafuckin' smokin') buss a couple u turns
(wit da dos wide open) punchin' on da gas pedal, make pipe start chokin',comin' down real clean, got 66
lebron back home,look I'm sittin' right on it, comin' up in da lane,
on da corna' straight gunnin'

[chorus x2]

[verse 3]
loud pipes, satin music, wit da judo eyes, 2nd tone background wit 2inch ties
cut curb on da block, its a concert line
(dfb snd me bitch) swervin'
side to side. yup da cutlits mounted up like a H3 humma, but its stuntin' 1on1 cuz I'm da #1 stunna, goin' down 20 (yu) doin' mo than a honda, since my
paint wet,day say my
trunk sound like thunda, break da law,
(run da red light) drivin' illeagal, in a nice ol' school, flow like dead people, I park where I can't, hit button make my do's pop, rimz go roun and
round,
custom seats lean 'n rock

[chorus x2]

[verse 4]
now my rimz spin nigga, err time I make a stop, and I keep dat chevey clean, likie a flow ondisk it mop, when I'm posted at da light
got a button dat make da top drop now hoes hoppin' on my dick like
they playin' hopscotch hhhoes hoppin on my dick like they playin'
hopscotch, when I'm on da E-way ya
see me hit it den I'm gone, shinin'
red paint and I touch dat whistle
siliconen I stay deep (stay deep) hopin' at all cuz I don't mind, I
'cause i'm wood grippin',flip switchin',
flippin alpine , it's pimpin' nigga
so I'm a always stunt nigga, pull up on da chevey and burnt like my
blunts nigga, I keep good product in
da hood it get delivered (delivered)
sittin' back watchin' movies in da rearview mirror

[chorus x4]



[Thanks to brian (justbeedie@earthlink.net) for these lyrics]
[Thanks to empirepb33@yahoo.com, shonte14@yahoo.com, soccerplayer8700@yahoo.com for correcting these lyrics