Field Mob
Betty Rocker
You got to get ya cut get a coke make a sodaMix it up whip it up a put in a potCook it up let it sit till it rock chopIt up bag it then put on the blockI'm a roach in a raid trap I feel like new bornBabies in car seats I'm suppose to stay strapedCause our country likes collard greens and gritsWhich seem like Spike Lee they screem fa nicsBut it keep calling me. Show me the ben ja mesScard I'll be on the team I'll be 12 like enemiesWhat's all the fuss about shut ya mouf cut it outYa ass a hustla make mo green than brustle spruotsYa mad cause alcapon in a glidaLike a football playa have a bar be que I want barkAt you wit ya red shirts look like a football playaWanna get rid of me cause I'm livin good in theCook it up let it sit till it rock chopIt up bag it then put on the blockCook it up let it sit till it rock chopIt up bag it then put on the block
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