Lyrics:
called up
The shit I spit how shit get caught up
Get rid of mycrow bar before a person 14-5
The shit niggaz gotta do try 2 get high
As time fly by so
And told me crime don't pay unless you ask the mob
So I smoke a little grass, drink a little wine
Watch a little tube, try to kill a little time
And every
Told me crime don’t pay unless you ask the mob
So I smoke a little grass, drink a little wine
Watch a little tube, try to kill a little time
So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm a get each of you niggaz, you know what I'm sayin'
From the bay by the be -ball piece,
When your mobs' at your side and they're ready to ride, nigga
(Nigga, that's mobstability)
And when you go from movin' O's to keys for more cheese
the bottle with Don, and I'm back for sure
Actin' a fool, gettin' skully, mixin' henny and mo
With plenty to draw, and we gotta blaze by the door
With too
bumpin sounds trippin out while we flame janes
Tappin the horn at the homies that gangbang
And slang 'caine to maintain to mob's the same thing
Or we can
lira or marks.
Oh, I get high when
I saunter by
The mountains of Merano.
Rosy-cheeked Merano
Flourishing to a fault.
The sparkling streams,
The bracing
'Cause you know I'm the one that flowed
Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go
With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and y'all disgrace the C-P-T
'Cause
to me
You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out
Sound a little hot for you, boy? Then, toy, get out
Syndicate mob ain't nothin but hardened crooks
You
'Cause you know I'm the one that flowed
Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go
With the L-E-N-C-H M-O-B, and y'all disgrace the C-P-T
'Cause
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
[Chorus: x2 Goodie Mob]
I got to feed, the beat, the gat on the seat
Faking ain't these girls fake when they see they face in the paint
Mustard
Led by a Lying
Narcissist pig
Didn't ya know
This Shit was rigged
Bought and Sold
They're worse than the mob
Divide and Conquer
That's their job
tell you "Always Striving and Prospering"
A$AP, partna'! Free my nigga Cap, R.I.P Big Phil, R.I.P A$AP Yams
Ya dig? (Gang!)
Come fuck with the Mob
been shackled by Western culture
You convinced most of my people to live off emotion
That's why we competitin'
Death by the chrome barrel, forgot
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
a hustle is a hustle and a meal is a meal
That's why I'm real and I ain't afraid to steal
Straight from the street, backed up by a funky beat
If you
saunter by the mountains of Merano
Rosy-cheeked Merano
Flourishing to a fault
The sparkling streams, the bracing air
The therapeutic salt
I'd have to be
it's just us
Ride with the mob, rather ride by myself hot with my God, I'ma ride till I melt
Pushin' by, sayin' bye to my pride on the shelf I don't need
Will you walk with your head held high?
Or move aside when they're passin' you by?
Will you run when the fires are fanned?
And where will you
on the street who want blood
Taken by flames, rattling their cages
Forsaken, no family or friends
Just a game of luck
Lost your turn
Where's your horseshoe?
Mobs
they right or wrong
Fuck them niggas they stay dissin in they fucking songs
Fuck pussy nigga tell his ass stay at home
Tryina get by tryina get by tryina
a blouse
Kick styles by the piles, as I leave a trail for miles
Skins when I please, hit from here to Tel Aviv
I'm gettin G's, no more time for the line
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