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(Caretta)Ooooh, yeeahPresidential roll deep, and that`s for shoWe got that M.O.B. Style, M.O.B. StyleM.O.B. Style, M.O.B. Sty-e-yle (yeah)[Big Pokey]Keep quiet don`t talk, peep the fifth and chillBumping bout something you heard, don`t know if it`s realYou don`t like m but when you see me, you showing your grillSkinning and grinning for what, do you know what it isI got a face full of tears, cause the game done scarred meNiggas I lost, right now I ain`t the nigga to crossThe bigger the balls, more of the money bigger the bossI wear the pants in the house, and I call the shotsKeep my head to the sky, when my well run dryTreating my spits, some of y`all know what I`m talking aboutSome of y`all got it twisted around, think it`s a jokeCold fix, though we need some throwEverybody on dope, trying to cope with lifeCause hold with Christ, cause that`s the one that wrote your lifeSometimes I don`t sport my knife, I just wear my crossAnd if it`s on, then I`m for my routes[Hook: Caretta]All my life, I`ma beat these streets and stack my endsAll about my do` ain`t got no friendsAll my life, still blinding hoes with glassy 4`sPresidential roll deep, and that`s fa sho all my life[Big Pokey]Throw your hands in the air, cause it`s hard but it`s fairNobody to turn to, nobody don`t really careNo hat with no hair, when it`s cold outsideAnd you alone outside, a track with no squareI`m trying to get, from A to ZBut my ride be tripping, I don`t think this hoe gon make it to BI know what these niggas, waiting to seeA nigga slip and fall it ain`t no love, I got a a clip for y`allThis for my niggas on the wall, with a slash in they nameHolding it down, I`m bout to leave a gash in the gameGot a license for my strap, I ain`t stashing the thangOn the block hot or cold, plus the nastiest rainWhat this cash game like, don`t earn it and burn itIt`s discipline, dog you gotta stack it and turn itBurn your odors, punching the clockEarn your Rover 2K4, the game is over[Hook][Big Pokey]I`m a M.O.B. nigga, and I love to rideI-6-3-3-50, let`s touch the sidewalkI walk it like I talk it, sometime I chillSometime I let go inside talk itSome say, located in the dirtIn the Tre, my K bullets hit niggas in they vertebraeLet em know, what the Southern boutIt`s them V-Dozens parked, we holding the blockStuff my crotch, when I got in the BenzThree quarter mink coat, blocking the windHard Ward hollering, yo I got a twinSix in the morning, it`s on againBreak back on the six tens, SuperbowlThinks he did, but I did cruise controlPatience nigga, keep your grindMove more dope, than a Nino BrownThey think we broke hoe, we gon shineM-O-B Style, low in the mind[Hook](Caretta)Presidential baby, M.O.B. Style babyYeah yeah

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