Luniz

Luniz - Mobb Shit songtekst

Je score:

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 Daytonaz
 wit a bad ass bitch brought up in Gardena  California
 Uh  she started tuggin  an rubbin on the Swoop
 I'm wastin my drink swervin in my rag 6 duce
 uh  you didn't know I keep it real from head to toe
 I hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby loc
 went to Mexico, traded it for the pecos
 came back to California now it's time to roll
 I was 16 mane, sellin quarter keys of dank
 my uncle was a balla from around the way
 so I had the hook up
 whole keys I cooked up
 now all my niggaz, makin major figgaz.

 Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*

 Mobb shit, the type of shit you out committin a lick
 pistol whip them nigga to death and have a kick
 and the twist cuz niggaz be havin shit
 like bitches on Set It Off, dank
 niggaz be sniffin dark bank
 mission accomplished boss crack
 hard or soft livin boys and girls packin yo shit
 let it off
 niggaz who floss out here be takin a loss
 it cost to be the mutha fuckin Boss Playa
 talks to throw away gats in the air
 for makin yo scratch like that there Boss Playa
 niggaz beware
 the ganga-gangsta type of Luni hoolum atmosphere
 fo rappin about the clothes you wear, I represent welfare
 no happy-happy, joy-joy
 it's these boys,
 runnin from decoys, pimpin mo bitches than Dr. Detroit
 it goes down
 Mr. Smoke-A-Lot turnin pounds into ashes
 black ski maskes
 niggaz be gettin the pumpkin head like Cashus Clay
 the Yay
 Area smoke greenery malacious all day
 eh, eh blaze.

 Verse 3 *(Keek The Sneek)*

 Back in the days, when I was raised
 niggaz got sprayed wit A's and K's
 I prayed to my Lord that head won't take
 me over, we soldiers to fold ya like Motorola's
 and hit the corners
 I told ya the 4-4 flow will fuck yo face and leave you frozen
 bitch you was chosen,
 that's how it's goin the Mobb fa sho-ness
 mo killaz and shady niggaz to keep the click-ulation flawless
 fuck all that other
 bury yo brother
 leave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under.

 Verse 4 *(Bart)*

 Bash 'em other sucka, likely struck wit G's
 for tryin to brace,
 cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's
 place the cover in a maced
 ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off conscience
 hot traces, suicide so you really can't fuck this
 bringin mo heat than Rapper Bernard
 lookin, micro woof tickets, bout how much to kick it that nigga hard
 oh, from a sucka
 fo them niggaz that press they luck there
 in a game fucka
 paralyzed caught one in the ass, punk ass
 couped up in an send 'em, an jive
 make niggaz remember the Mobb
 them other niggaz ain't no kiddin 'em
 an it best be a bounce off Mista, Mista
 hit ya, get ya, split ya
 that's how we shit ya.

 Verse 5 *(Cydal)*

 Parafanalia to some Mobb members unpredicable
 niggaz get dropped, we call the shots, smashed on sumpthin pitifull
 they see us comin they clear the block, our faces unforgetable
 the world is a ghetto, and life is a plot
 I'm surrounded by nimphos
 givin up info
 on where you hide yo doe an indo
 guess what you in for
 you bout to find out
 that shit we in, we all contenders
 you don't know, you seen a nigga jumpin through yo window
 don't even trip
 I confiscate this money in the name of the Mobb
 it's on yo bitch
 we'll juss pistol whip this nigga to a coma
 jump in the get away ride and hit the corner
 yo 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 niggaz
 fo all you wacked out niggaz
 bitch made batched out niggaz
 jaw jacked out niggaz
 I'm not gonna to patch out niggaz
 these niggaz don't really give a funk about yo snitch ass
 never in yo life met a gat that blast on the streets at a lame ass
 bitch ass nigga
 no cash gettin-er
 hustlin pretendin to be a gangsta
 switch hittin ass, nigga too late
 he wanted his boy to get dumped in wit a 4 chrome that nigga ain't
 dumpin on nothin
 must be runnin, and duckin and dodgin in buckets
 then shittin up in yo mutha fuckin drawls
 coward
 these bitches I put 'em on the Mobb we gotta get gone
 before a nigga cool his gun
 real nigga runnin from Mobb
 will throw away glock
 won't pistol go drop
 never go Mobb
 when the 4-4 stop
 will a nigga get mopped
 fo restin my knot
 tell 'em to get yo grill knocked out
 you fuckin wit niggaz that'll have ya noddin like ya hopped out
 3 Time for the O-A-Kiz-a
 we folks all day
 Ager, Sneek an the B.A.
 put him in the trunk wit a bump, an we Mobb throught the Bay

 Verse 7 *(Swoop G)*

 Don't get it twisted we got restrictions
 niggaz that witnessed family beatins
 from family meetins
 no family grievins
 juss some youngstas
 grew up around dirt an dope, an jelous
 evil tactics
 to shovel up caskets, and double barrell
 shotty blasted
 I'm knowin these suckas can't catch these bodies flowin
 murders so ancient, they faces got federal cases closed
 and cross the game it ain't the thang
 Swoop G plus two G's will make them niggaz for you to hang
 an try to be cool when Mobbin on them niggaz as we reign
 it's Money Ova Bitches, broke the skrilla fuck the fame
 sight of soldiers shock the world like Rodney's girl
 and we ain't discussin shit
 we bustin clips,
 to makin 'em hurl
 bullets makin them bustas curl
 an I put that on the Mobb nigga
 we Mobb niggaz
 includin everywhere we go
 that's how we do it.

 Verse 8 *(Numskull)*

 When you see Num, you see Mobb
 how happly if you need job
 even if you be Slobb you need not worry cuz we Mobb
 Slobb don't mean Blood
 an Cuzz don't mean Crip
 an Oakland is a term for broke bitches makin grip
 when we sip
 we laid out, to drip-drip dry
 we be slip-slip ride
 through the Town doin high-bys
 when the yak hit my face it's like a hamburger kill
 we'll be real
 what's the deal
 uh, uh, searchin fo skrill, up here!
 Wit these tires burnin off like lavishly
 makes it easier for me to dig out these hoes like cavities
 havin these thang is like a
 Government task
 M.O.B. not searchin fo aliens we won't ask. (echos out
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