Lyrics:
Oouu I like it
Oouu I like it
We not a gang, we not a mob, that's for a reason
Aye
We not a gang, we not a mob, that's for a reason
They don't live
Juste moi et le mob (mob), fuck les autres cliques
Just Woke Up, on glisse
Parle mieux, t'es mon fils
Bitch, veut prendre son pied
Bounce baby, yeah
[Chorus: Playa Fly]
Show some love and keep it real
Mob as far as Fly can see
And this for L-I-F and E
Those who want some they can feel
I am
Some love 2 to the mob
With a couple Capos and a hundred fuckin' Dons
Call up Slaughter Gang, you'll get your shit popped
Draco with a drum, this
nigga thinking
Clown wit it, clown wit it
Pimpin' mob wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
Player boss wit it
Clown wit it, clown wit it
Give a fuck wit it
Mob, mob, ho gang (Mob, nigga)
(Yxng Stov)
Ayy, we cutthroat around here, nigga
(Real cutthroat, nigga)
You might wanna move around (Better move)
some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Outkast, Goodie Mob
are here.
We've not much time, and quite a problem here
MOB (outside)
Hosanna! Superstar!
Hosanna! Superstar!
Hosanna! Superstar!
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
with a mob cigar
(A mob cigar)
(A mob cigar)
It's funny how you never turned out alright
Your parents must hate you, and now I'm polite
I wonder if you
drugs is killin 'em
The mob is killin' 'em, mob is killin' 'em
Mob is killin' 'em, killin' 'em
Them guns is killin' 'em, guns is killin' 'em
Gun gon'
(Zaytoven)
Yeah, nigga
Ho, ho, Mob, nigga
Tellin' you (1017)
The mayor, nigga, trouble (glacier)
1017 (glacier), So Icy (glacier)
I can't speak
Uh, ha, straight up, Sensei ha
2000 and 2 ha, ha
It go down, S.U.C. for real
Mobstyle for life, uh nigga
And it's M.O.B., money
Over bullshit,
Sur ma mob, je suis bien
Je suis bien et je chante
Sur ma mob, je suis bien
Et ces connes de bagnoles sont folles de rage
Hubert c'est le fonctionnaire
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
distorting, bring it down a lil' bit
Okay, now we working with it
The boy Face on the bass line, Face - Mob!
Welcome to New York City, it's ya boy Young Hov'
doin' shows now (real trap nigga)
Get the whole gang rich, yeah, it's goin' down (yeah)
Paper Route the mob, yeah, we run the town (yeah)
You know I
Yeah, real geekers
I just pulled up with the mob, I just pulled up with the team, yeah (yeah, real geekers)
I just pulled up with the mob on me,
In a wraith
That shit cray
Give me top
Give me a face
Bout to leave
I cant stay
With the mob
With the gang
In a wraith
That shit cray
Give me top
hit, on some mob shit
Master P the last Don shit
Still ride with the squad shit
This ain't what you want kid
Swear to God I might just pop your shit
Over
my file I'm the mob
Stay strapped case they rob
Knock em off that's no prob
I ont fear nothing but God
Check my file I'm the mob
Stay strapped case
Maden, Milben und Schaben leben
Dann - nimm den Mob! Mach dein` Job! Nimm den Mob!
Nimm den Mob! Mach dein` Job! Nimm den Mob!
Ordnung ist das halbe
force dans les bras dans les jambes
Comme mes ancêtres c'est dans les gènes (Pluie pluie)
C'est T'K ,c'est le mob,c'est le gang
C'est le mood, c'est le
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