Field Mob - So What (feat. Ciara) Lyrics

Complimentary "So What" Ringtone

Ladies and Gentlemen 
Jazzy Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, Superstar DJ's 
Here we go 

Chorus [Ciara] : 
They say 
He do a little this 
He do a little that 
He always in trouble 
And I heard 
He nuthin' but a pimp 
He's done a lot of chicks 
He's always in the club 
And they say 
He think he slick 
He's got a lot of chips 
He's sellin them drugs 
And I heard 
He's been locked up 
Find somebody else 
He ain't nuthin' but a thug 
So what, so what, so what, so what 

Verse [Field Mob] : 
(Hey, hey) 
And they say 
I'm a slut, I'm a hoe, I'm a freak 
I got a different girl everyday 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 I'm this, they say that I'm that 
But all of it's fiction, none of it's fact 
But you don't be hearin' it about your lover 
You let it go in one ear and out the other 
Now he say, she say, they say, I heard 
The beef fake, we can't let it get on our nerves 
She miserable, she just want you to be 
Like her, misery needs company 
So don't listen to that vine of grapes, They're 
Nuthin' but liars hatin', and I bet 
They wouldn't mind tradin' places 
With you by my side in my Mercedes 

Chorus [Ciara] : 
They say 
He do a little this 
He do a little that 
He always in trouble 
And I heard 
He nuthin' but a pimp 
He's done a lot of chicks 
He's always in the club 
And they say 
He think he slick 
He's got a lot of chips 
He's selling them drugs 
And I heard 
He's been locked up 
Find somebody else 
He ain't nuthin' but a thug 
So what, so what, so what, so what 

Verse [Field Mob] : 
(Tell 'em CiCi) 
Mo' money, mo' problems, life of a legend 
Haters throw salt like rice at a weddin' 
So what, that's your cousin? that don't mean nuthin' 
Her like missin' is a type of affection 
You get, you just blind to the facts 
See the lies just as obvious as cries for attention 
Yield to the blindness to apply your suspicion 
But listen, say you love me, gotta trust me 
Why you stress this high school mess? 
Break up never, they just jealous 
Drama from your mama, mean mug from your brothers 
I'm that author of the book, they can judge from the cover 
Yes, I, I been to jail 
And yes, I'm grindin for real 
I'm a positive talkin' negative pimp 
They hate to see you doin' better than them 
So 

Chorus [Ciara] : 
They say 
He do a little this 
He do a little that 
He always in trouble 
And I heard 
He nuthin' but a pimp 
He's done a lot of chicks 
He's always in the club 
And they say 
He think he slick 
He's got a lot of chips 
He's sellin them drugs 
And I heard 
He's been locked up 
Find somebody else 
He ain't nuthin' but a thug 
So what, so what, so what, so what 

Verse [Ciara] : 
Some people don't like it 
'Cause you hang out in the streets 
But you're my boyfriend 
You've always been here for me 
This love is serious 
No matter what people think 
I'm gonna be here for ya 
And I don't care what they say 

Some people don't like it 
'Cause you hang out in the streets 
But you're my boyfriend 
You've always been here for me 
I love the thug in ya 
No matter what people think 
I'm gonna be here for ya 
And I don't care what they say 

Chorus

Complimentary "So What" Ringtone

lyrics submitted by h0WiE'z GiRL on 25-02-2006
lyrics corrected by samantha on 16-08-2008