field mob
channel 613 pt 1
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 [Incomprehensible]