Lyrics:
smacked that girl
She's the mother of my kid's that I took around the world
Disagreements having scuffles when you share upon
You shouldn't try to drain
persnickety parlors of God-fearing women
To the wandering men of the cattle
Mysteries old as western dust are carried on spurs and candles
So stop by Sunday
"easy back it up"
Yeah yeah yeah the Reel to Reel
"easy back it up"
Grand Puba, Stud Doogie, Alamo
"easy back it up"
Kid Capri flippin shit
so we can rub bellies, I know by now you ready,
you sweatin me so heavy
It's a Private party
ain't no party like an M.O.B. party, cause an M.O.B
(hoes)
Self-made nigga, run it up, slangin' bows (bows)
I'm wit' the mob, all my niggas on go mode (go mode)
Fifty somethin' shots in my chop, I'ma
Hmmm, I don't even wanna fuckin do this song for real, but I wouldn't be real if I didn't
I be sittin' by myself and I be thinkin' mama what have
knocks
Disrespected by snobs,damn near trampled by mobs
Persecuted by squares workin' nine to five jobs
Like a panther I prowl ,like a lion I growl
Learn
of a script
I scribble with triple the speed when I spit
A trip to the middle of this
Alphabetical arithmetic, whittle the wood
Bet on the kid, working on my
To the cops chasing 9 kids smokin' fire
I am only observing while the kids are playing mafia
Not gonna take long till the streets gonna lave them by their side
to hold their ground
Then the young girl cried you cowards but the Lynch mob searched ahead
Dragged young Billy from that jail and soon the kid was dead
gon' mob like the Genovese's
Nigga, fat mob, I'ma Jenny Craig 'em
Drive-bys in a Winnebago
Snipers never hit a baby, crib or cradle
Sit tomatoes
the grip
Wont let ma dig a hole for da kid
Yea
They know how i'm coming
The flower that rose from the deepest of dungeons
With Cheez smoking queez we gon
on a bad day
Take your bitch panties off like a band aid
And we eating like the mob these some big steaks
You ain’t never been real I see it in your face
Mob ties no lie bitch we thugg it out
Bay shit 650 when we riding out
We be in the streets nigga we ain’t hiding out
Fuck police we don’t speak we
Kids next door kick in yo door before the sunrise
Havin Mob Ties, free them guys
All my brothers slide
When its time, I can't even lie
You might wanna
right
I live a crazy life
For them kids I go crazy right
That lil bitch tried to take my life
I know that's crazy right?
I live a crazy life
Mob ties,
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
I been working my ass off
& I know I said that shit the last time
But the last job was the last job
And these niggas no match for the mob
We turnt up
make
The curry real spicy
Kamalah, fresh blood, the flesh on the collar
Smiling, strolling out of a funeral parlor
Yeah
Yeah, Kamachi, black candles
chapped
Cause I ain’t got chapstick to
Put it on my huh
Tell your fucking girl suck up on my knob
Cause I’m a A$AP nigga ridin' with
The mob in the suave
same thang game came when I left em
I do it by my lonely now I'm the Big Homie
But I'm his Royal Slickness ghetto weakness come Rick is
the people, where ever they go we go
[Ice Cube, Verse 2]
Now when I roll through the hood, lil' kids watch my every move
Tryin' to be a good example, don't
up the sticky
Not that barnyard hay
We just getting to the money
Then get on our way
Yep, 3 whips back to back
Followed by a Cadillac
Trucks, sluts
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