to god I never forget her A fine big doonk senorita and her name Cita She was jazzy yea she had computer generated skin But hell at least her ass wasn't ashy
Tasha: I'm home! Boy: Hey Mama! T: Hi, where's Smoke at? Boy: He, uh, he had went with this dude named Coach, but he left you a letter T: A letter? Boy
(Chorus) You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you You don't have to cry no more If we make it through this pain, promise I'm
[Verse 1] Damn you done came up short again ain't uh Cause yo homeboy fought again ain't uh but is you hoe ready for folk to kick in yo door say that
t need no zeroes she want a jazzy dime nigga to kick it with Splittin it fifty/fifty down the middle (Chorus) 2x I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch
Hey hey, hey hey, hey shawty Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty Hey hey, hey hey hey, hey shawty Swisher in my ear when
you butt blow UH-OHHHH y'all best to get runnnin' Why? Shhh! I hear Field Mob comin' [Hook] Can't stop us Can't stop the Mob Can't stop Boondox Can'
My main girl, aint that some shit I aint with it Niggas aint shit, bitches aint either All that fallin in love and all that It don't work, it aint
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
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
what I'm sayin' it's the original Paparue (Original original) And I'm passin' through with my boys from Down South (Down South) The Field Mob (Field Field
like you butt blow uh-oh y'all best to get runnnin' Why? Shhh! I hear field mob comin' Can't stop us, can't stop the Mob, can't stop Boondox, can't
god I never forget her A fine big doonk senorita and her name Cita She was jazzy yea she had computer generated skin But hell at least her ass wasn't ashy
I'm home, hey, mama Hi, where's Smoke at? He, uh, he had went with this dude named Coach But he left you a letter A letter? Um, uh For real? Yeah Let
You are not alone 'cause I'm going through this thing with you You don't have to cry no more If we make it through this pain, promise I'm gon' keep it
' chokin' Yeah, it'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
Fella Classy, I gots to say it in a capella So y'all rats can hear me clear, y'all gots to do better I need a jazzy bitch, a classy bitch Walkin' and
Damn you done came up short again, ain't uh 'Cause yo homeboy fought again, ain't uh But is you hoe ready for folk to kick in yo door Say that the jackers
