Channel 613, Pt. 1 Lyrics - Singles - Field Mob

I woke up on Fox, found myself starring on Cops 

Got chased by squad cars and cameras for two blocks 

I hate the man, yeah, I ran 

To HBO and stole lethal weapons From Mel and Dan Glover's hand 

Ran back to Fox, found Martin, me and Bruhman from the fifth floor 

Climbed throught the window from his apartment 

Ran up on'em, had a mask on gat in each hand 

Robbed Martin, Tommy, Cole, Gena and Pam 

Told'em gimmie your bread, mayo, cheese and ham 

Took two sandmiches and Stole Cole's Grand Am 

Left in a hurry, heard footsteps, looked in the rear view 

Is this an earthquake? Naw, it's Big Shirley 

She came after the bucket of chicken and clole slaw 

Cole bought last week and left in the back seat 

I jumped out and just kept running until my chest hurt 

Hooked up with Forest Gump and ran to Cartoon Network 

I gotta find Bubba, shut up, he been dead 

Big Shirley probably ate him and Lieutenant Dan's Legs 

I need Jenny, damn sure do 'cause right now 

The only thing that can stop Big Shilrey is Jenny Craig 

I ain't goin' to jail, I ain't goin' to jail 

Aw man, I ain't even did nothin' 

Shit man, I ain't goin' to jail 

Now, I'm a wanted fugitive, runin' with hot gats 

Duck'n the cops from Fox and the fuck'n Swat Cats 

Damn, here come Batman in the bat mobile 

Floss'n on four vowed rims, with four coats of steal tryna catch me 

But I ran fast, he couldn't grab me 

I jumped in the green van wit Scooby-Doo and Shaggy 

I put the gun to Shag's head, said, Don't look back 

And told Scooby, Play dead and gimmie your Scooby snacks 

Then we drove way, reached the stop sign at a four way 

I hopped out and rode with O.J, rode the whole day 

He told me he caught Nicole and Ron Gold doin four play 

Killed 'em both and throwed way the bloody glove in an old lake 

I ain't sayin' he shoulda killed her but I understand 

Picture yo broad ridin' in yo' car with another man 

You given yo diesel and she blowin' a hundred grand 

Goin' shoppin', call Cochran, tell Cato to take the stand 

He took me to set it off with four delighted bitches wit glocks 

You know Kim, Latifah, Jada, Vivaca Fox 

We ran in the bank, strapped with A.K's 

This is a raid, everybody throw lay down the hay 

Aight, don't nobody mothafuckin' move 

This a mothafuckin' robbery, lay down 

Come here, come here, come here, bitch 

Put the money in the motherfukin' bag 

You don't wanna die, hurry the fuck up 

I stashed my half of cash in the dashboard of a stolen Ford Escort 

Changed clothes and drove to the airport 

Flew to the island of MTV but go figure 

Besides Tyrese and Ananda, I ain't see no niggas 

And I stayed for three whole days and layed low 

Kidnapped the cast of Road Rules and stole the Winne Bago 

Rode to Rap City bumpin', U.G.K and Jigga 

Spend the night in the basement with the Hot Boys and Mama Tigga 

Man, she can cook, she made some pig feet 

Some greens, some hogmog, man, anyway 

I woke up the next mornin', yawnin', What the fuck is this? 

Man, get the camera out my face, he said, You've just been hit 

That's when I met her, I swear to God I never forget her 

A fine big doonk Senorita and her name Cita 

She was jazzy, yeah, she had computer generated skin 

But hell, at least her ass wasn't ashy 

I took her home and down loaded my hard drive 

For 'bout five straight hours right between her thighs 

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