So What Lyrics - Light Poles And Pine Trees - Field Mob

Ladies and gentlemen 

Jazze Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, Superstar DJs 

Here we go 

They say, he do a little of this, he do a little of that 

He's always in trouble and I heard 

He ain't nothin' but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks 

He's always in the club 

And they say, he think he's slick 

He's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, I heard 

He's been locked up, find somebody else 

He ain't nothing but a thug 

So what, so what 

So what, so what 

And they say I'm a, I'm a, I'm a freak 

I got a different girl every day of the week 

You too smart, you'd be a dummy to believe 

That stuff that you heard, that they say about me 

They said I done this, they said I done that 

But all of it's fiction none of it's facts 

But you don't be hearin' that about your love 

You let it go in one ear and out the other 

The he say, she say, they say, I heard 

The beef ain't, we can't let it get on our nerves 

She miserable, she just want you to be 

Like her misery needs company 

So don't listen to that vine of grapes there 

Nothing but liars hatin' I bet 

They wouldn't mind tradin' places 

With you by my side in my Mercedes 

They say, he do a little of this, he do a little of that 

He's always in trouble and I heard 

He ain't nothin' but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks 

He's always in the club 

And they say he think he's slick 

He's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, I heard 

He's been locked up, find somebody else 

He ain't nothing but a thug 

So what, so what 

So what, so what 

Mo' money, mo' problems, life of a legend 

Haters throw salt like rice at a weddin' 

So what, that's your cousin, that don't mean nuthin' 

Her like missin' is a type of affection you get 

You just blind to the facts 

See the lies just as obvious as cries for attention 

Yield to the blindness, apply your suspicion 

But listen, say you love me, gotta trust me 

Why you stress this high school mess? 

Break up never, they just jealous 

Drama from your momma, mean mug from your brothers 

I'm that author of the book, they can judge from the cover 

I, I been to jail 

I'm grindin' for real 

I'm a positive talkin' negative pimp 

They hate to see you doin' better than them, so 

They say, he do a little of this, he do a little of that 

He's always in trouble and I heard 

He ain't nothin' but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks 

He's always in the club 

And they say he think he's slick 

He's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, I heard 

He's been locked up, find somebody else 

He ain't nothing but a thug 

So what, so what 

So what, so what 

Ladies and gentlemen, Ciara 

Some people don't like it 'cause you hang out in the streets 

But you're my boyfriend, you've always been here for me 

This love is serious, no matter what people think 

I'm gon' be here for you and I don't care what they say 

Some people don't like it 'cause you hang out in the streets 

But you're my boyfriend, you've always been here for me 

I like the thug in you, no matter what people think 

I'm gon' be here for you and I don't care what they say 

He do a little of this, he do a little of that 

He's always in trouble and I heard 

He ain't nothin' but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks 

He's always in the club 

And they say he think he's slick 

He's got a lot of chips, he's so messed up, I heard 

He's been locked up, find somebody else 

He ain't nothing but a thug 

So what, so what 

So what, so what