Текст песни Luniz f Swoop G, 3X Krazy, and Cydal - Mobb Shit
Luniz f Swoop G, 3X Krazy, and Cydal - Mobb Shit слова песни
Uh, uh, uh. Still ain`t ready yet.Uh, uh, uh. Niggaz still ain`t ready yet.Uh, uh, uh.Verse 1 *(Swoop G)*I hits the corner on three Daytonazwit a bad ass bitch brought up in Gardena, CaliforniaUh, she started tuggin, an rubbin on the SwoopI`m wastin my drink swervin in my rag 6-duceuh, you didn`t know I keep it real from head to toeI hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby locwent to Mexico, traded it for the pecoscame back to California now it`s time to rollI was 16 mane, sellin quarter keys of dankmy uncle was a balla from around the wayso I had the hook upwhole keys I cooked upnow all my niggaz, makin major figgaz.Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*Mobb shit, the type of shit you out committin a lickpistol whip them nigga to death and have a kickand the twist cuz niggaz be havin shit like bitches on Set It Off, dankniggaz be sniffin dark bankmission accomplished boss crackhard or soft livin boys and girls packin yo shitlet it offniggaz who floss out here be takin a lossit cost to be the mutha fuckin Boss Playatalks to throw away gats in the airfor makin yo scratch like that there Boss Playaniggaz bewarethe ganga-gangsta type of Luni hoolum atmospherefo rappin about the clothes you wear, I represent welfareno happy-happy, joy-joyit`s these boys, runnin from decoys, pimpin mo bitches than Dr. Detroitit goes downMr. Smoke-A-Lot turnin pounds into ashesblack ski maskesniggaz be gettin the pumpkin head like Cashus Claythe YayArea smoke greenery malacious all dayeh, eh blaze.Verse 3 *(Keek The Sneek)*Back in the days, when I was raisedniggaz got sprayed wit A`s and K`sI prayed to my Lord that head won`t takeme over, we soldiers to fold ya like Motorola`sand hit the cornersI told ya the 4-4 flow will fuck yo face and leave you frozenbitch you was chosen, that`s how it`s goin the Mobb fa sho-nessmo killaz and shady niggaz to keep the click-ulation flawlessfuck all that otherbury yo brotherleave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under.Verse 4 *(Bart)*Bash `em other sucka, likely struck wit G`sfor tryin to brace, cough drops laced and you`ll be laid out stunned by zae`splace the cover in a macedATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off consciencehot traces, suicide so you really can`t fuck thisbringin mo heat than Rapper Bernardlookin, micro woof tickets, bout how much to kick it that nigga hardoh, from a suckafo them niggaz that press they luck therein a game fuckaparalyzed caught one in the ass, punk asscouped up in an send `em, an jivemake niggaz remember the Mobbthem other niggaz ain`t no kiddin `eman it best be a bounce off Mista, Mistahit ya, get ya, split yathat`s how we shit ya.Verse 5 *(Cydal)*Parafanalia to some Mobb members unpredicableniggaz get dropped, we call the shots, smashed on sumpthin pitifullthey see us comin they clear the block, our faces unforgetablethe world is a ghetto, and life is a plotI`m surrounded by nimphosgivin up infoon where you hide yo doe an indoguess what you in foryou bout to find outthat shit we in, we all contendersyou don`t know, you seen a nigga jumpin through yo windowdon`t even trip I confiscate this money in the name of the Mobb it`s on yo bitchwe`ll juss pistol whip this nigga to a comajump in the get away ride and hit the corneryo bitch juss got mopped (the Mobb is gonna)yo bitch juss got mopped (the Mobb is gonna)Verse 6 *(Ager Man)*Get ready to get yo gats out niggazfo all you wacked out niggazbitch made batched out niggazjaw jacked out niggazI`m not gonna to patch out niggazthese niggaz don`t really give a funk about yo snitch assnever in yo life met a gat that blast on the streets at a lame assbitch ass niggano cash gettin-erhustlin pretendin to be a gangstaswitch hittin ass, nigga too latehe wanted his boy to get dumped in wit a 4 chrome that nigga ain`t dumpin on nothinmust be runnin, and duckin and dodgin in bucketsthen shittin up in yo mutha fuckin drawlscowardthese bitches I put `em on the Mobb we gotta get gonebefore a nigga cool his gunreal nigga runnin from Mobb will throw away glockwon`t pistol go dropnever go Mobbwhen the 4-4 stopwill a nigga get moppedfo restin my knottell `em to get yo grill knocked outyou fuckin wit niggaz that`ll have ya noddin like ya hopped out3 Time for the O-A-Kiz-awe folks all dayAger, Sneek an the B.A.put him in the trunk wit a bump, an we Mobb throught the BayVerse 7 *(Swoop G)*Don`t get it twisted we got restrictionsniggaz that witnessed family beatinsfrom family meetinsno family grievinsjuss some youngstasgrew up around dirt an dope, an jelousevil tacticsto shovel up caskets, and double barrellshotty blastedI`m knowin these suckas can`t catch these bodies flowinmurders so ancient, they faces got federal cases closedand cross the game it ain`t the thangSwoop G plus two G`s will make them niggaz for you to hangan try to be cool when Mobbin on them niggaz as we reignit`s Money Ova Bitches, broke the skrilla fuck the famesight of soldiers shock the world like Rodney`s girland we ain`t discussin shitwe bustin clips, to makin `em hurlbullets makin them bustas curlan I put that on the Mobb niggawe Mobb niggazincludin everywhere we gothat`s how we do it.Verse 8 *(Numskull)*When you see Num, you see Mobbhow happly if you need jobeven if you be Slobb you need not worry cuz we MobbSlobb don`t mean Bloodan Cuzz don`t mean Cripan Oakland is a term for broke bitches makin gripwhen we sipwe laid out, to drip-drip drywe be slip-slip ridethrough the Town doin high-byswhen the yak hit my face it`s like a hamburger killwe`ll be realwhat`s the dealuh, uh, searchin fo skrill, up here!Wit these tires burnin off like lavishlymakes it easier for me to dig out these hoes like cavitieshavin these thang is like aGovernment taskM.O.B. not searchin fo aliens we won`t ask. 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