K.a.n. Lyrics - From Tha Roota To Tha Toota - Field Mob

Field Mob, I'm Shawn J and him, that's Bulldog 

I represent the south and that's the way I'm a keep it 

If you got game then peep it, it's the southern way 

I wouldn't have it no other way, so muthafuck 

What the others say, love it or leave 

Yes, it's hard but it's fair, gotta hustle to get it 

Keep grindin' and grindin' and soon you will get it 

The struggle is in me, that's how I had to live 

That's why I'm actin' like a nigga that ain't never had shit 

Mashin' the flo master to the floor, petal to the metal 

Hear the dual pipes roar, wanna be a balla shot caller 

Twenty inch blades, skinny Benny tryin' to get paid 

We them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map 

Ridin' heavy big bodies and vogues 

We drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swisher 

And boy we love fucking them hoes 

We them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map 

Ridin' heavy big bodies and vogues 

We drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swisher 

And boy we love fucking them hoes 

Damn real I'm a country ass nigga, Shawn show no shame 

Bare foot on your block selling rock cocaine 

Georgia boy from the south spit when I talk 

Smack when I eat from the field pimp when I walk 

Whoa, 'lil daddy he ain't even not ready 

Field Mob come ridin' a stretch box Chevy 

Follow me now, I'm a take you 

Where the good dope at call it butter 

Where the hood folks at in the gutter 

Stay low, keep movin' nah you can't stop 

Them boys infrared dot your Durag and tank top 

That guerrilla coke grown, suburban word 

With more grams than a old folks home 

Now this the way I slang dick every which a way 

Best get your bitch and pray she don't wanna get with J 

But if I do mack your bitch 

You just shit outta luck like leprechaun laxative 

We them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map 

Ridin' heavy big bodies and vogues 

We drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swisher 

And boy we love fucking them hoes 

We them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map 

Ridin' heavy big bodies and vogues 

We drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swisher 

And boy we love fucking them hoes 

I get sick if I ain't home in the south you can hear it in my voice 

Watch I get on the track and ride like a Rolls Royce 

And lean in it, spit sixteen, supreme splendid 

Tipsy from tangueray with tangerines in it 

They say the south slow, folk what's the speed limit? 

Nah, fuck the speed limit these bustas need gimmick 

The game like a skinny girl pussy, deep 

So deep, you could park a limousine in it 

All in my green tinted, D's in it Chevy caprice in it 

On mean 20's paint shinin' like oil sheens in it 

Leanin' on white blunts, so fresh so clean in it 

It ain't sprite or water then don't you drink in it 

6:15 in beatin' up your spleen in it 

Tricks dream to be in it, just to be seen in it 

Flex, mug mean in it, when I can't clean it 

Man, just like can't clean it 

We them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map 

Ridin' heavy big bodies and vogues 

We drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swisher 

And boy we love fucking them hoes 

We them country ass niggas from the bottom of the map 

Ridin' heavy big bodies and vogues 

We drink cheap liquor smoke sticky sweet swisher 

And boy we love fucking them hoes