Four or five niggas in a mothership Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit Bent, front and back glass got tint Tryin' to get our hands on some dollars and cents And fools can't hold us Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers Comin' up short of the green guys And I might start slangin' bean pies Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month With "U Can't Touch This" on the front I'm 'bout to get rich Cause life ain't nuttin but money and fuck a bitch They drop like dominoes And if you didn't know, Ice Cube got drama hoes So after the screwin' I bust a nut and get up and put on my white Ewings I'm out the door All you might get is a rubber on the floor Cause I'm ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti Bitch, cause I'm steady mobbin' Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin') Bustin' caps in the mix Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six Cause I'm gettin' major Fuck Pac Tel, move to Sky Pager Told all my friends: Don't drink 8 Ball, cause St. Ide's is givin ends Fools get drunk and wanna compete Slapboxin in the street Niggas get mad, tempers are flarin' Cause they got a few bitches starin' Just for the nappy heads But scandalous bitches, make for happy Feds I make it my duty to cuss 'em Out, cause I just don't trust em And if you tell on me I'm bombin' on Betty Bitch shoulda known I was steady mobbin' Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin') Since one-time so hot Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the Glock Cause I'm rollin' on rims Eating soul food, neckbones from M&M's Grumbbin' like a motherfucker Greasy-ass lips, now I gots to take a shit Saw Sir Jinx bailin' When I hit a left on Ruthelen, "Whattup loc?" Don't you know that niggas get smoked That take they life for a joke, get in nigga I take you to the pad soon Went to mom's house and dropped a load in the bathroom Jumped back in my low rider Comin' out feelin' about ten pounds lighter Went to Bone's house so I can get the gat Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at Lench Mob ain't nuttin but tramps But hoes lickin' nuts like stamps One fool brought the music for the yams But Ice Cube had more amps, get in bitch Cause I had the jam on And I don't want to hear shit about a tampon Give me the nappy and make me happy The ho said 'Pappy could you slap me On the ass hard and fast And could please try not to leave a gash?' I said yeah, but I don't play sex Without puttin' on the latex Slipped on the condom Fucked around and dropped the bomb son And it came out sort of like confetti In for the night, no longer steady mobbin'
Written by: O'SHEA JACKSON, ROGER BALL, ALAN EDWARD GORRIE, GEORGE CLINTON, JR., RONALD DUNBAR, WILLIAM NELSON, BERNARD WORRELL, JR., WILLIAM EARL COLLINS
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