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FIELD MOB lyrics : "Don't Want No Problems"

Mmhm, mmhm, mmhm
Mmhm, mmhm, mmhm
Yeah, all in my face feelin' me

Mmhm, mmhm, mmhm
All in my face feelin' me
Mmhm, mmhm, mmhm (Uh...uh)


[Verse One]
We was up in the club

Fillin' these with all the intention we sip of Hennessy
My friend and me, I caught my ^!$$%s killin' me
Testin' weed until the enemy got the Tennessee

To hinder me, all in my face feelin' me
Bud we pretend to weed, hennessey to silly
Gang bangers throwin' them signs up and up and down

Bumpin' enemies sayin' things that offendin' me
Still here and we ballin' half drunk, passin' out song after song
Inhalin' gun after gun, passin' out blunt after blunt, havin' fun

Them ^!$$%s took a jab at me
Then one push from the back of me
Tryin' to tackle me and wrestle me

Couldn't get me down, so they hit me in the back and beat (yeah)
They had me badly beaten
I gotta gash in me, but it was just a scratch to me

At first did get some vasiline
A half a week, it cleared up fast and clean
To a scratch you were bad to see, so I ain't mad to see

I want to squash and flaten and beat
Like White Castle's and crystal square beef patties beat
'Cause I'm so sick of you harassin' me, and playin' with me

So can we canapy?
Before we cause a tragedy, and someone pain and agony
But if you feel you can handle me, and still wanna take the man in me

This time I'll have to shut you down
Like Sunshine Anderson, because...


[Hook x4]
I don't want no problems
And you don't want no problems so...

Better leave me alone, and gone on
^!$$% better leave me alone and gone on


Ow, ow, ouch, it hurts...so bad
It hurts...so bad


[Verse Two]
I'm from the home of racist rednecks and confederate flags
You could strand them hussies, politicians and drags

Cotton pickin', slave tradin' and ^!$$% lynchin'
Lead to more oppression, me Cricket caught trigger pinchin' (well)
Ridin' along, mindin' my own buisness, God as my witness

It was five in the morn', passin' along, hop in the cornerrrr
No, po-lice, hold up, turn the radio down (put your seatbealt on)
Put your seatbealt on

%#@!, God damn
Give me the $#&@in' weed
He's gone

What!?
He kept goin'
It's like I got enemy's, 'cause of my race they hate me

$#&@ pullin' over, CHASE ME
Guess it's safe to say it makes me crazy
Can't give up, 'cause this hate it makes me

Wanna grab an AK spray strays on 8th street
8 ways and blaze the day bleed
E-E-8-D-D-E-8-B

Tryin' to say we pull more keys than a leash of ladies
Well ok, hate me, say we crazy
But lately, baby

Even criticizin' the way we say things
I pray everyday, but the way he hating
I wish Jeff Dahmer was here, why?

So he could eat President Bush's baked beans
That's why I've been a crook since 18
Leave me alone, listen to what the hook is saying


[Hook x4]
I don't want no problems
And you don't want no problems so...
Better leave me alone, and gone on

^!$$% better leave me alone and gone on

[Outro]
What's up son, it's Allecious
It's your boy, smoke

AKA chevy pentagram to cut your 'cain, again (leave me alone)
And uh, I got a problem with you (*##$es (leave me alone)
I'm sick and tired of bein' sick and tired! (leave me alone)
I can't even leave the mutha$#&@in' club
with a clean pair of mutha$#&@in' sneakers

'Cause the mutha$#&@a wanna step of my feets (leave me alone)
I gotta check my mutha$#&@in' Polo for burnt spots and liquor stains
Cause a mutha$#&@er want oppression
But wanna get me on purpose
I'm sick of this %#@! (leave me alone)

Don't be mad at me 'cause my earrings so big
and brighter than your beetch, ^!$$%
And you beetch, don't be mad at me
cause my tires bigger than your ^!$$%s tires on his Chevy
Sheeit
Like Lil' Darryl say "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

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