Lirik Lagu Project Dreamz - Field Mob
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[Boondox]Rent thirty days late, gotta be gone by SaturdayTired of sellin' cocaine, folks tryna' trap meEvery night dreamin bout livin life lavishA watch full of karats, a candy coated CaddyOff the show flo', sittin on fo' VougesOak wood gear shift, ?? dash doorChoppin on seventeen inch Enki'sBling bling from my mouth to my pinkyEnough about my jewelry, grill, and my FleetwoodTryna still live stable so my folks can eat goodHouse sittin out on the hill to sleep goodLivin peaceful, just like we shouldMoney legal, no more sellin reeferNo more FEDs tryna' stick me like a needleWhen it's cold outdo' come in I heat yaHe ain't gotta walk in the sun, I A.C. yaBump worryin 'bout that burgular comin to creep yaGet trapped by alarms and the millimeterI'm a do or die playa for my people, follow the leaderI'm my brotha's keeper, for real
[Chorus-both]I'm a have me a big nice CaddyHouse on the hill for my ma' and my pappyLive life happy and I'm still nappyMakin legal money, no FEDs tryna' trap meI'm a have me a big nice CaddyHouse on the hill for my ma' and my pappyLive life happy and I'm still nappyNigga, legal money, no FEDs tryna' trap meIf you ever been broke put your hands upYou been broke put your hands up, put your hands upIf you ever been broke put your hands upYou been broke put your hands up, put 'em up
[Kalage]What ya know 'bout havin no dough, no coat for the winterRemember, we poor folkMost cut yolk and smoke coke, cut throats in ya dope, hoeTalk about they wanna 'Lac with four do's, no VoguesWood kit and Momo'sI gets Polo, pockets so swol', Jenny CraigNaw, Escalade hog, in the yardBreakin all ya folks too, belly full a soul foodChittlens, greens, pork chops, green beensYeah I pray for that, each and every day I rapI rap with guard, 'cause I feel you ain't really safe with gatsWe escape slacks, the government help and welfareMy folk cries to the Lord, ain't no help thereWe ain't have much, or less to brag about, but mo' to loseI ran the street, mama told me go to schoolBut now I got a chance to change things and maintainMo' so, I ain't gotta slang 'caine anymoreHell yeah boy, you really understand dirtWell I'm a rap if you gon' clap until your hands hurtI ain't the only person feel like I feel, that there live like I liveAnd wanna chill, for real
[Chorus]
[Boondox] Now put your hands up if you're broke, folks triedto spoil yaWith fried bologna sandwiches and sugar water[Kalage] Put ya hands up, if you feel my hurtHave you ever bathed with soap the size of a Cert[B] Don't disguise the dirt did 'cause we all know rocksIt's the real reason furniture go to the pawn shop[K] 'Cause ya crackhead cuz smokin the car antennas[B] Understand see...[K] It's a junkie in every family[B] Them my hand-me-down, tight pants, lookin slim in 'emIf they too big...[K] What you do?[B] Put a hem in 'em[K] 'Member talkin over the loud sounds when the wind blow'Cause the trash bag's replacin yo' car window[B] Man, I been poor[K] I been poor[Both] Man, we been poor!That's how it is in the Field, for real
[Chorus 2x]
[Chorus-both]I'm a have me a big nice CaddyHouse on the hill for my ma' and my pappyLive life happy and I'm still nappyMakin legal money, no FEDs tryna' trap meI'm a have me a big nice CaddyHouse on the hill for my ma' and my pappyLive life happy and I'm still nappyNigga, legal money, no FEDs tryna' trap meIf you ever been broke put your hands upYou been broke put your hands up, put your hands upIf you ever been broke put your hands upYou been broke put your hands up, put 'em up
[Kalage]What ya know 'bout havin no dough, no coat for the winterRemember, we poor folkMost cut yolk and smoke coke, cut throats in ya dope, hoeTalk about they wanna 'Lac with four do's, no VoguesWood kit and Momo'sI gets Polo, pockets so swol', Jenny CraigNaw, Escalade hog, in the yardBreakin all ya folks too, belly full a soul foodChittlens, greens, pork chops, green beensYeah I pray for that, each and every day I rapI rap with guard, 'cause I feel you ain't really safe with gatsWe escape slacks, the government help and welfareMy folk cries to the Lord, ain't no help thereWe ain't have much, or less to brag about, but mo' to loseI ran the street, mama told me go to schoolBut now I got a chance to change things and maintainMo' so, I ain't gotta slang 'caine anymoreHell yeah boy, you really understand dirtWell I'm a rap if you gon' clap until your hands hurtI ain't the only person feel like I feel, that there live like I liveAnd wanna chill, for real
[Chorus]
[Boondox] Now put your hands up if you're broke, folks triedto spoil yaWith fried bologna sandwiches and sugar water[Kalage] Put ya hands up, if you feel my hurtHave you ever bathed with soap the size of a Cert[B] Don't disguise the dirt did 'cause we all know rocksIt's the real reason furniture go to the pawn shop[K] 'Cause ya crackhead cuz smokin the car antennas[B] Understand see...[K] It's a junkie in every family[B] Them my hand-me-down, tight pants, lookin slim in 'emIf they too big...[K] What you do?[B] Put a hem in 'em[K] 'Member talkin over the loud sounds when the wind blow'Cause the trash bag's replacin yo' car window[B] Man, I been poor[K] I been poor[Both] Man, we been poor!That's how it is in the Field, for real
[Chorus 2x]
