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Field Mob From Tha Roota To Tha Toota

coach, you can let that lame go Let me lick you on your neck and go down to yo ankles Cuz ain't no mo' better, freakier feller From the Field to creep

coach, you can let that lame go Let me lick you on your neck and go down to yo ankles Cuz ain't no mo' better, freakier feller From the Field to creep

the field, thats white lil niggas and me From dusk to dawn til the sun come and it leave Through all seasons, Winter, Fall, Summer, and Spring Pickin, pushin, pullin, cuttin the field