[Verse] Well ya might be livin up in California But if ya pass through where Im at I gotta warn ya Ya might be from Los Angeles But dont come to where Im livin if ya cant handle this They call me a resident of the golden state But Im far up north where ya cant relate Ya wont find it on the map Now ya better get back cause Im bout to tell ya where Im at Motha fuckin Fieldbrook Im wearing rubber boots bitch cause ya know I got the real look Motha fuckin Brook Town north to the south Ya fall on the ground and get dirt in ya mouth Runnin up gravel roads Where I live they never gave us a damn zip code And I got a few acres on my property Youll probably be lost if ya cant find ya way out properly Whats my address The god damn motha fuckin wild west Im surrounded by poison oak I light a fire and I know you smell the god damn smoke The populations under one thousand Im 200 feet elevated in a mountain Ill put it bluntly, Im in that rural country Every day I walk past the damn lumber company The big bad Brook Town whatcha got on that The place where ya never wanna end up at Brambles on the god damn ground The place where ya get lost and ya never found I gotta tell ya explicitly Im living in a place that operates differently I wont hesitate to say it officially Im in that motha fuckin Brook Town vicinity Man ya know that shit Hillside to the god damn valley Ya understand me Come out here betta be prepared Head down to the general store, head down to the winery, head down to whateva But ya betta watch ya self [Chorus x 2] Fieldbrook is where I live Fieldbrook is where it is Fieldbrook is the shit Im from Fieldbrook bitch [Outro] Ya know that shit motha fucka Fieldbrook, F Town, Brook Town, whateva ya wanna call it man its the same shit Its nothin like LA or New York Hills at a seventy five degree angle Ya, I got a few acres on my property biatch
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