Field Mob - So What (Instrumental)

Audio of So What (Instrumental) produced by Jazze Pha from the promotional single So What. The original version appears on the album Light Poles and Pine Trees.
℗ 2006 Geffen Records
Credits & Info:
Formats: CD
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Label: Geffen, Disturbing Tha Peace
Written by: Alexander Phalon, Cedric Williams, Darion T. Crawford, Shawn T. Johnson, Zachary Wallace
Produced by: Jazze Pha

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Ladies & gentlemen gentlemen gentlemen

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This beat sounds like the theme music to a sitcom on UPN or BET or something

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This is so Cool!

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Jazze Pha!!😤🤘🏾🔥

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Simpler times

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Clean 🧽

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Time for a line dancing

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Sk8

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They say he do a little this He do a little that He always in trouble, and I heard He ain't nothing but a pimp He's done alot of chicks He's always in the club And they say he think he's slick He got alot of chips He's so messed up, I heard He's been locked up Find somebody else He ain't nothing but a thug So what So what So what So what And they say she's a slut, she's a ho, she's a freak SHE HAS a different girl every day of the week You too smart You'd be a dummy to believe That stuff that you heard That they say about me They say that im this They said that im that But some of it's fiction some of it's fact AND you HATE hearing that about your love You let it go in one ear and out the other That he say, she say, they say, I heard They be fake, we can't let it get on our nerves She miserable, she just want you to be Like her miserey needs company So don't listen to that vine of grapes Theyre nothing but liars hating i bet They wouldn't mind trading places With you by my side in my Mercedes They say he do a little this He do a little that He always in trouble, and I heard He ain't nothing but a pimp He done alot of chicks He's always in the club And they say he think he's slick He got alot of chips He's sellin drugs, I heard He's been locked up Find somebody else He ain't nothing but a thug So what So what So what So what Mo' money Mo' problems Life of a legend Haters throw salt like rice at a wedding So what, that's your cousin That don't mean nothing Her like missing in a tight of affection You get, you just blind to the facts See the lies, just obvious she cries for attention You to the fine just supply your suspicions But listen, you love me Gotta TRY TO trust me Why you stress I'm a high school mess Break up never, they just jealous Drama LIKE YOUR mama, mean mug from THE brothers I'm the author of the book nigga judge by the cover, yes I-I been to jail, yes I-I'm grinding for real and I'm negative, they talking RELATIVE pimp They hate to see you doing better then them, so They say he do a little this He do a little that He always in trouble, and I heard He ain't nothing but a pimp He done alot of chicks He's always in the club And they say: He think he's slick (he does) He got alot of chips (spicy thai) He's cell-in drugs, I heard He's still locked up? Find somebody else He ain't nothing but a thug So what So what So what So what Some people don't like it 'Cause you hang out in the streets But your my boyfriend You've never been here for me This love is serious No matter what people think I'm gon' be here for you And I don't care what they say Some people don't like it 'Cause you hang out in the streets But your my boyfriend You've never been here for me I fuck the thug in ya No matter what people think I'm gon' be here for you And I don't care what they say He do a little this He do a little that He always in trouble, and I heard He ain't nothing but a pimp He done alot of chicks He's always in the club And they say he think he's slick He got alot of chips He so messed up, I heard He's been locked up find somebody else He ain't nothing but a thug So what So what So what So what