Текст песни Field Mob - Betty Rocker, слова песни Field Mob

Текст песни Field Mob - Betty Rocker

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You got to get ya cut get a coke make a sodamix it up whip it up a put in a pot.Cook it up let it sit till it rock chop it up bag it then put on the block.I`m a roach in a raid trap I feel like new born babies in car seats I`m suppose to stay strapedcause our country likes collard greens and grits which seem like Spike Lee they screem fa nicsbut it keep calling me. Show me the ben-ja-messcard I`ll be on the team I`ll be 12 like enemieswhat`s all the fuss about shut ya mouf cut it out ya ass a hustla make mo green than brustle spruotsya mad cause alcapon in a glida(?)(?)(?)(?)(?)like a football playa have a bar-b-que i want bark at you wit ya red shirts look like a football playayou don`t sell dope like me, i was riding the buswith coke way before Tyrese,??? cops is sick of mefeds wanna get rid of me cause I`m slanging heavy diddly diddly diddly d(chorus)2x

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