1,2,3 (Album Version|Edited)
Field Mob"1,2,3 (Album Version|Edited)" is a song by Field Mob, released in 2006 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:44 long and contains 95 lines and 710 words.
0:001,2,3 - Field Mob
0:001 to the motherf**kin'
0:022 to the motherf**kin' 3
0:061 2 3 points I gotta get across
0:091 don't 2 make me 3 go off
0:121 2 3 points I gotta get across
0:151 don't 2 make me 3 go off
0:181 2 3 points I gotta get across
0:221 don't 2 make me 3 go off
0:241 2 3 points I gotta get across
0:271 don't 2 make me 3 go off
0:31We came up from the bottom to the top top
0:33Started wit the rocks
0:34Used to sell 'em to the fiends now
0:36I got 'em in my watch whoa
0:37Two years off the scene heard enough of ya f**kin' trash
0:41We returned now to make you suffer like succotash
0:44Run up and the pump'll blast
0:45My ni**az is dopin'
0:46I'm the film in the camera
0:48Ni**a picture me rollin'
0:49Picture me blowin' trees chiefin' purple daily
0:53W**ds no seeds call it Virgin Mary
0:56Chevy they say we broke up oh yeah
0:59But we do shows and split ends like blow dried hair
1:02Hold up Joe stop the song what
1:04Field Mob the answer to the question
1:06What if Big and Pac woulda got along
1:08Put us on whoever song fast slow no facade
1:11Getcha Bible check the
1:12Credits Shawn go slow for God
1:15Wit that said I been blessed oh man
1:17The chain red like a caffeine free Coke can
1:20So damn the critics y'all really fake
1:23We got hotter 16s than that R Kelly tape
1:26Make cheddar when I grab the mic
1:28See when the Mob in town
1:30Hoes go out in bad weather like a satellite
1:33Never have to ask 'em twice
1:34Do it for the f**k of it
1:36Anything pop a pill
1:37Drink a lil suck a d**k
1:39Who you wit f**k ya click stay in ya place
1:41Charlie Murphy what did the
1:43Five fingers say to the face Slap
1:451 2 3 points I gotta get across
1:471 don't 2 make me 3 go off
1:511 2 3 points I gotta get across
1:531 don't 2 make me 3 go off
1:561 2 3 points I gotta get across
1:591 don't 2 make me 3 go off
2:021 2 3 points I gotta get across
2:051 don't 2 make me 3 go off
2:09I swear to God you never heard me
2:10Spit it this way I'm warnin' ya
2:12I'm finna snap like turtle lips in a lake
2:15Wrap more than a Egyptian coroner
2:18Ya rhymes are borin' us
2:19Listenin' to you is like watchin' wet paint dry
2:22Ya lyrics I bet they taste sweet
2:24Stop spittin' them kit kat candy
2:26Bars and give me a break please
2:28Start writin' ya rhymes yaself as a matter of fact
2:31Here's a mirror and a map go and find yaself
2:34Cause you been fake you frontin
2:35Like you did time in the state pen
2:37But really was a nerd at Penn State
2:40Cut the bullshit ya not a hustler
2:42Y'all remind me of where I rent
2:43My DVDs at y'all some blockbusters
2:46Confessin' like Usher soft as baby food
2:49Fixin' to get us off the block like star 82
2:52Mad cause I'm comin' up and you
2:54Ain't and I'm buyin' stuff that you can't
2:56I ain't 50 Cent but I got bucks in the bank
2:59And I got a million dollar d**k b**ch
3:00Wood worth a lot of cash
3:02If I f**k her in the butt she have money out her a**
3:05Claimin' you pimpin' but ain't got one b**ch
3:07The only hoes is the one you water ya lawn wit
3:10To you hoes that f**k for fun and
3:12The ones that f**k for fetti
3:14If you ain't finna f**k Shawn
3:15Then you ain't finna f**k Chevy
3:17To The Source like a groupie in
3:18Love with Jordan Jackson
3:20Vick Ervin and Tyson I want 5 mics man damn
3:241 2 3 points I gotta get across
3:261 don't 2 make me 3 go off
3:281 2 3 points I gotta get across
3:311 don't 2 make me 3 go off
3:341 2 3 points I gotta get across
3:381 don't 2 make me 3 go off
3:411 2 3 points I gotta get across
3:441 don't 2 make me 3 go off
1,2,3 - Field Mob 1 to the motherf**kin' 2 to the motherf**kin' 3 1 2 3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off 1 2 3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off 1 2 3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off 1 2 3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off We came up from the bottom to the top top Started wit the rocks Used to sell 'em to the fiends now I got 'em in my watch whoa Two years off the scene heard enough of ya f**kin' trash We returned now to make you suffer like succotash Run up and the pump'll blast My ni**az is dopin' I'm the film in the camera Ni**a picture me rollin' Picture me blowin' trees chiefin' purple daily W**ds no seeds call it Virgin Mary Chevy they say we broke up oh yeah But we do shows and split ends like blow dried hair Hold up Joe stop the song what Field Mob the answer to the question What if Big and Pac woulda got along Put us on whoever song fast slow no facade Getcha Bible check the Credits Shawn go slow for God Wit that said I been blessed oh man The chain red like a caffeine free Coke can So damn the critics y'all really fake We got hotter 16s than that R Kelly tape Make cheddar when I grab the mic See when the Mob in town Hoes go out in bad weather like a satellite Never have to ask 'em twice Do it for the f**k of it Anything pop a pill Drink a lil suck a d**k Who you wit f**k ya click stay in ya place Charlie Murphy what did the Five fingers say to the face Slap 1 2 3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off 1 2 3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off 1 2 3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off 1 2 3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off I swear to God you never heard me Spit it this way I'm warnin' ya I'm finna snap like turtle lips in a lake Wrap more than a Egyptian coroner Ya rhymes are borin' us Listenin' to you is like watchin' wet paint dry Ya lyrics I bet they taste sweet Stop spittin' them kit kat candy Bars and give me a break please Start writin' ya rhymes yaself as a matter of fact Here's a mirror and a map go and find yaself Cause you been fake you frontin Like you did time in the state pen But really was a nerd at Penn State Cut the bullshit ya not a hustler Y'all remind me of where I rent My DVDs at y'all some blockbusters Confessin' like Usher soft as baby food Fixin' to get us off the block like star 82 Mad cause I'm comin' up and you Ain't and I'm buyin' stuff that you can't I ain't 50 Cent but I got bucks in the bank And I got a million dollar d**k b**ch Wood worth a lot of cash If I f**k her in the butt she have money out her a** Claimin' you pimpin' but ain't got one b**ch The only hoes is the one you water ya lawn wit To you hoes that f**k for fun and The ones that f**k for fetti If you ain't finna f**k Shawn Then you ain't finna f**k Chevy To The Source like a groupie in Love with Jordan Jackson Vick Ervin and Tyson I want 5 mics man damn 1 2 3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off 1 2 3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off 1 2 3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off 1 2 3 points I gotta get across 1 don't 2 make me 3 go off
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