Field Mob Betty Rocker Lyrics

Betty Rocker Lyrics

You got to get ya cut get a coke make a soda

mix 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 straped

cause our country likes collard greens and grits 

which seem like Spike Lee they screem fa nics

but it keep calling me. Show me the ben-ja-mes

scard I'll be on the team I'll be 12 like enemies

what's all the fuss about shut ya mouf cut it out 

ya ass a hustla make mo green than brustle spruots

ya 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 playa

you don't sell dope like me, i was riding the bus

with coke way before Tyrese,??? 

cops is sick of me

feds wanna get rid of me 

cause I'm slanging heavy diddly diddly diddly d







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