Field Mob - Smilin Lyrics

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Chevy Pender-graassss 

[Hook: Chevy P aka Smoke] 
You be smilin when I'm frownin 
You be frownin when I'm smilin 
You be happy when I'm sad 
But when I'm glad you get mad 
You be smilin when I'm frownin 
You be frownin when I'm smilin 
You be happy when I'm sad 
But when I'm glad you get mad 
Yeaaaahhhh 

[Shawn Jay] 
I was young 16 put the city on my back 
Said I'll do it I did it Albany on the map 
Been stickin to the script y'all really wanna act 
Like I ain't the real reason y'all really wanna rap 
They jealous they wanna step in my spot but you can sneeze 
The rest of ya life and won't get the blessings I got 
I sold butter made bread plus I roll wit toast 
My brother call me nearsighted say my foes is close 
No friends its just a waste of time I know ya bogus 
Crooked behind my back ya like a spine wit scoliosis 
I'm focused like the Ford car private like a G4 
Try me get shells in ya waves like a seashore 
See I don't be on what he on we grown he wrong 
He gon keep on he gon be gone 
Two faced like geminis I came up wit you man 
I'll speak but I don't mess wit you man 

[Hook] 

[Chevy P aka Smoke] 
Why is it when my frown is down side up ya smile is upside down 
Is it because of my fly style is it my nice house 
Is it cause I'm iced out and livin a life now that 
I'm bout through strugglin everything is alright now 
You see the Jag on them flats pass 
Don't get mad get glad like the trashbags you just 
Pray and pray on my downfall 
When I'm up ya down me when I'm down ya clown me 
Claimin to be my friend... but really softer than the spot 
In my back to ease his knife in 
He ain't got love for me I wrote a rhyme about it 
That hole ya dug for me you tryna climb up out it 
Ya bust ya head at the bottom now ya cryin about it 
Well when around came right back around and got him 
The more paper the more haters I need more cheese 
Cause the haters I got they startin to bore me 

[Hook] 

[Ludacris] 
From the tip of ya nose to the tip of ya toes 
Y'all ain't nothin but some hatin (yeah yeah) 
Smilin in my face everyday like "what up Luda" 
I'm just waitin for the day to put a slug up to ya 
Ol fake (fake) kissers walk past diss ya 
Breathe you a wannabe me (me me me) why? 
Cause I got new whips and wreck em or 
Cause I got flows that make (blank) bend it like Beckham 
Is it cause a lot of money stay close to me 
Or is it cause you should have been where I'm supposed to be 
Well everyday I stay fresh whole fam got cheese 
So I could care less what you think about me 
I thank my enemies and I truly adore em 
Best way to get back at somebody is to ignore em 
I'm the heavyweight champ we'll see who gon drop 
Cause evrybody in the bottom know who on top 
Luda 

[Hook]

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lyrics submitted on 07-09-2006
lyrics corrected on 07-09-2006