Field Mob - Channel 613, Pt. 1 lyrics

rate me

I woke up on Fox found myself starring on Cops

Got chased by squad cars and cameras for two blocks

I hate the man yea 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 rearview

Is this an earthquake? Naw its 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 aint goin to jail, I aint goin to jail

Aw man I aint even did nothin

Shit man I aint 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 batmobile

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 caught Nicole and Ron Gold doin four play

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

I aint sayin he shoulda killed her but I understand

Picture yo broad riden in yo car with another man

You given yo deisel and she blowin a hudred 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

Went 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 aint 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

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 yea 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