1 2 3
Field Mob Lyrics
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One, two, three points I gotta get across
One don't two make me three go off
One, two, three points I gotta get across
One don't two make me three go off
One, two, three points I gotta get across
One, two, three points I gotta get across
One don't two make me three go off
We came up from the bottom to the top started wit the rocks
Used to sell 'em to the fiends now I got 'em in my watch
Two years off the scene heard enough of ya fuckin' trash
We returned now to make you suffer like succotash
Run up and the pump'll blast my niggaz is dopin'
I'm the film in the camera nigga picture me rollin'
Picture me blowin' trees chiefin' purple daily
Weeds no seeds call it Virgin Mary
Chevy they say we broke up
(Oh, yeah)
But we do shows and split ends like blow dried hair
Hold up Joe stop the song
(What)
Field Mob the answer to the question
What if Big and Pac woulda got along?
Put us on whoever song fast slow no facade
Getcha Bible check the credits Shawn go slow for God
Wit that said I been blessed oh man
The chain red like a caffeine free Coke can
So damn the critics y'all really fake
We got hotter one6s than than R. Kelly tape
Make cheddar when I grab the mic see when the Mob in town
Hoes go out in bad weather like a satellite
Never have to ask 'em twice do it for the fuck of it
Anything pop a pill drink a lil suck a dick
Who you wit fuck ya click stay in ya place
Charlie Murphy what did the five fingers say to the face?
(Slap)
One, two, three points I gotta get across
One don't two make me three go off
One, two, three points I gotta get across
One don't two make me three go off
One, two, three points I gotta get across
One don't two make me three go off
One, two, three points I gotta get across
One don't two make me three go off
I swear to God you never heard me spit it this way I'm warnin' ya
I'm finna snap like turtle lips in a lake
Wrap more than a Egyptian coroner ya rhymes are borin' us
Listenin' to you is like watchin' wet paint dry
Ya lyrics I bet they taste sweet
Stop spittin' them Kit-Kat candy bars and give me a break please
Start writin' ya rhymes yaself as a matter of fact
Here's a mirror and a map go and find yaself
Cause you been fake you frontin' like you did time in the state pen
But really was a nerd at Penn State
Cut the bullshit ya not a hustler
Y'all remind me of where I rent my DVDs at y'all some blockbusters
Confessin' like Usher soft as baby food
Fixin to get us off the block like star 8two
Mad 'cause I'm comin' up and you ain't and I'm buyin' stuff that you can't
I ain't 50 Cent but I got bucks in the bank
And I got a million dollar dick bitch wood worth a lot of cash
If I fuck her in the butt she have money out her ass
Claimin' you pimpin' but ain't got one bitch
The only hoes is the one you water ya lawn wit
To you hoes that fuck for fun and the ones that fuck for fetti
If you ain't finna fuck Shawn then you ain't finna fuck Chevy
To The Source like a groupie in love with Jordan Jackson
Vick Ervin and Tyson I want 5 mics man damn
One, two, three points I gotta get across
One don't two make me three go off
One, two, three points I gotta get across
One don't two make me three go off
One, two, three points I gotta get across
One don't two make me three go off
One, two, three points I gotta get across
One don't two make me three go off
The lyrics to Field Mob's song "1 2 3" are a declaration of their rise to fame from humble beginnings. The opening line, "One to the motherfuckin' two to the motherfuckin' three," sets the tone for the rest of the song, which revolves around three key points that the artists must communicate. The first point is a warning not to provoke them, as it will have consequences. The second point is a declaration of their successful transformation from drug dealers to wealthy artists, and the third point is a disrespect of their criticizers, whom they ridicule for their lack of talent.
The song goes on to describe their success in detail, including their touring schedule, their wealth, and their popularity with women. They also express their disappointment with the music industry and other artists who they view as inauthentic and lacking substance.
Overall, "1 2 3" is a raw and rebellious song that showcases Field Mob's unique style and their willingness to speak out against society's norms.
Line by Line Meaning
One to the motherfuckin' two to the motherfuckin' three
Starting strong with three points to make.
One, two, three points I gotta get across
I have three important things to say.
One don't two make me three go off
Don't make one issue into two that could cause me to blow up on all three.
We came up from the bottom to the top started wit the rocks
We started from selling drugs and now we are successful.
Two years off the scene heard enough of ya fuckin' trash
We took a break but we're back, and unimpressed with the low quality of rap being put out.
We returned now to make you suffer like succotash
We're back to show you how it's done and make other rappers look bad.
Picture me blowin' trees chiefin' purple daily
Visualize me smoking weed every day.
Make cheddar when I grab the mic see when the Mob in town
We make money when we perform with our crew.
Hoes go out in bad weather like a satellite
Women will still come to our shows even in unfavorable conditions.
Wrap more than a Egyptian coroner ya rhymes are borin' us
Your rhymes are boring and lacking creativity.
Listenin' to you is like watchin' wet paint dry
Your music is so dull, it's like watching paint dry.
Ya lyrics I bet they taste sweet
Your lyrics are so cheesy and fake that they probably taste like candy.
Here's a mirror and a map go and find yaself
Look at yourself and figure out who you really are.
Cut the bullshit ya not a hustler
Stop pretending to be a hustler when you're not.
Claimin' you pimpin' but ain't got one bitch
You say you're a pimp, but you have no women.
To The Source like a groupie in love with Jordan Jackson
We want a 5-star review from The Source magazine, like a fanatical fan of Michael Jackson would.
One, two, three points I gotta get across
Repeating the three main points that need to be emphasized.
If I fuck her in the butt she have money out her ass
If I have anal sex with her, she will end up paying me for it.
The only hoes is the one you water ya lawn wit
The only women in your life are the ones you water your lawn with.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC., Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Darion Crawford, Kendall Johnson, Marlon J. Goodwin, Premro Smith, Shawn Johnson, D Crawford, K Johnson, Marlon Goodwin, S Johnson
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@wilgranite3430
2023 - this album still throbbing in my speakers!
@truthhurts2000
Easily the most underrated duo to ever grace hip hop. Wordplay. Check. Flow. Check. Charisma. Check. Storytelling. Check. Songwriting. Check. They had it all. For some reason the masses didnt get aboard. Maybe because their prime was during the snap/crunk/ringtone era.
@chrisstyles5955
BY FAR. lightpoles and pine trees is a classic.
@user-br1cm5gr7e
Easily the most underrated duo EVER. this whole tape was fire. their appearance on ludas compilation too. fire
@patthomas7444
This cd still jams 2018
@chrisstyles5955
a white girl know field mob? thats dope.
@patthomas7444
@Chris Styles clearly I'm not white. I'm BLACK!!. God bless!
@larryhubbard9457
Man it’s July 2023. These niggas still lit
@kirklancy6044
I swear I been 👀 everywhere for this track. One of the best use of analogies and metaphors I ever witnessed. Miss these guys😠
@illspazzi
This still one of the hardest songs ever.