So What Field Mob (Ft. Ciara)

[Intro: Jazze Pha]
Ladies and gentlemen!
Jazze 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's nuttin' 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 nuttin' but a thug"
So whaaaaaaaaat, so whaaaaaat
So whaaaaaat, so whaaaaat

[Verse 1: Smoke]
And they say - I'm a slut, I'm a ho, I'm a freak
I got 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 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
If they 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
Nuttin' but liars hatin', and I bet
They wouldn't mind tradin' pla-ces
With you by my side in my Mercedes