[Verse]
Well ya might be livin' up in California
But if ya pa** through where I'm at I gotta warn ya
Ya might be from Los Angeles
But don't come to where I'm livin' if ya can't handle this
They call me a resident of the golden state
But I'm far up north where ya can't relate
Ya won't find it on the map
Now ya better get back cause I'm 'bout to tell ya where I'm at
Motha f**in' Fieldbrook
I'm wearing rubber boots b**h cause ya know I got the real look
Motha f**in' 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
You'll probably be lost if ya can't find ya way out properly
What's my address
The god damn motha f**in' wild west
I'm surrounded by poison oak
I light a fire and I know you smell the god damn smoke
The population's under one thousand
I'm 200 feet elevated in a mountain
I'll put it bluntly, I'm 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
I'm living in a place that operates differently
I won't hesitate to say it officially
I'm in that motha f**in' Brook Town vicinity
Man ya know that sh**
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
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Fieldbrook is where I live
Fieldbrook is where it is
Fieldbrook is the sh**
I'm from Fieldbrook b**h
[Outro]
Ya know that sh** motha f**a'
Fieldbrook, F Town, Brook Town, whateva' ya wanna' call it man it's the same sh**
It's nothin' like LA or New York
Hills at a seventy five degree angle
Ya, I got a few acres on my property b*atch