Field Mob - Da Durty Lyrics
The filthy, nasty, dirty, south!I represent Albany gorillas, rock choppers, and drug niggasWe bust shots and slugs on hot blocks of thug niggasI'm done talkin', I come walkin', short stalkin'If it's beef I shine in the dark and I keep my gun sparkin'Well it's the dirty, we young figgas plug rikkasWell stunnin', front with ya, we hunt and come hit yaGizuh, now grab me and still might out run thisWe gonna tell the towman and woman, tell 'em sure done thisThey got me laughin' and jokin', crystal blastin' and smokin'Mashin' askin' for action while they gaggin' and chokin'Yeah that's real boy, them field boys be thug notYou best watch the field tonight, we step into the southern houseLook for field gores in tight clothes, hair weave and microsField boys we smoke by, freak by these bow-tiesQuick rain the flip flop, gangstank in the zip-locks*****es need stitches whinin' *****es with lip glossWe filthy boy, we nasty boy, we dirtyYou beef with me, you be deceased, you heard me?cottin' pickers, and rottin' niggas, we takin' overwe field boys, we soldiers, representin' Georgia(Hook x2)It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirtyDa dirty, boy it's real in the fieldIt's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty (heard me?)The filthy, nasty, dirty, south!It's Boondox like that low-down, nasty, filthy fella from the fieldDedicated to southern housin' and better make a mealThe southern way, no other way, there's no better way to liveLike sugar ass hoes that squeal, white king easy but realSouthern crunk but your station the bunk, while the bass in the trunk,while you blazin' the gun, and too dirty ain't no wastin' his bongRepresentin' the place where you from, the gritty, bidding playerSuberbans on twenties player, swing at a grinning playerSmoltin' reds, foul heads, phase fours and glatsThe watermelon, beer can and peaches we roll with thatWant a visit well, the welcomers deader than door matWanna beef well, run your way, do it in 'bout four flatBetter know that a contemplayer and show thatThem field mob cats fill the off with toe tacksIf you can't survive in the dirty, player then go backOr run up a gorilla, gorillas that tow that(Hook x2)It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirtyDa dirty, boy it's real in the fieldIt's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty (heard me?)The filthy, nasty, dirty, south!Feel my foes from the field deep down in the southSmokin' t-shirts and jeans, watch we go here and bySay dirty, south! (dirty south!)Say dirty, south! (dirty south!)To my thugs from the field deep down in the southReal big guns and barred paper chasin' for clockSay dirty, south! (dirty south!)Say dirty, south! (dirty south!)Get him off him boy, get him off him boyGet him off him boy, get him (get him) off him boyGet him off him boy, get him off him boyGet him off him boy, get him (get him) off him boyGet him off him boy, get him off him boyGet him off him boy, get him (get him) off him boyGet him off him boy, get him off him boyGet him off him boy, get him (get him) off him boy(Hook x3 to fade)It's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirtyDa dirty, boy it's real in the fieldIt's da dirty (ha), da dirty (what), dirty (heard me?)The filthy, nasty, dirty, south!
