Lyrics:
A n**** ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe)
Y'all hear my s*** go, it's Andre. Can yo punk a** come out to play?
Stay in your little hole,
A nigga ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe)
Y'all hear my shit go, it's Andre, can yo punk ass come out to play?
Stay in your little hole,
plan
Cats don't want to see me man
Head me like He-Man
Need ski mask, like 3 vans
Rock cheap vans and hoodies
Rap weak they shouldn't
Mob deep we goodie
a chance like a flute you blew it
This ain't no playground I ain't got time to play
Lil bitch I ain't got time to wait
But aye like underwear we on your ass
Listen as he executes the funky flute
He can play it at a noise so watch him blow it
While I be speakin' deep down in your eardrums
How do you
Listen as he executes the funky flute
He can play it at a noise so watch him blow it
While I be speakin' deep down in your eardrums
How do you
ayy
And I ride with the mob, you can check out mob ties
This the reason, motherfucker, stand up now
Nigga play with Unfoonk and get hogtied
Nigga
Mind Our Business
Or Member Of BOW, shit whatever you wanna say
Boy we mob like we from the Bay
My squad ain't come to play
Save your games for
shots at the crew
I like my hoes by the two
Blew eight hundred K on a coupe (uh-huh, racks)
We fucked, there wasn't none else to do (skrt)
You play
And she like the drive by, we shoot the lights out
And she ain't no goodie goodie
As bad as that might sound
She like my lifestyle I'm a bad guy the way I
What? On the fortress walls, there is no letters.
Buddha say, the Bloods are strictly outnumbered;
They besieged, on the beats, Goodie Mo-B, run
was found here, your death is now near
I'm 'bout to put a bullet in his gut, catch him at the stop sign
And dump em' in his nuts
Now let's play a game
play
Plus exercise a lot so in shape I stay okay
Goodie good home cooking what I need in my life
Put @ ease my life help please my life
With a satisfied
letters
Buddha say, the bloods are strictly outnumbered
They beseiged, on the beats, goodie mo-b, run the creeps
Y'all can have the streets, asphault
here, I got chauffeured
Bring me champagne flutes, rosé and some shots over
I think better when I'm not sober
I smoke goodie, no glaucoma, I'm
heard they're loadin' up ammo (ammo)
Bumpin' Goodie Mob, real tree camo (camo)
This white boy really think he Rambo! (Go!)
Cut the beat on, I bet his ass
to Outkast, Goodie Mob, yeah
Backbone, where you at brother?
Hey, alright
It's been easy now, yeah
Can't nobody stop me now?
No, sir, yeah, I'm gone, y'all
Oh,
asked the Pen Queen and Redhead Kingpin
But their Mob was too Goodie said they'll do their own thang
Kool we only want you if you Brand Nubian Rappin's
roll out a paper roll out a acre
Need my passion inside a Marc Jacob
Wrist got your girl tryn' get hit I got flavor
Still M.O.B I don't need no relation
OutKast out to hockey
I wonder could he squab with the Goodie MoB
I think he got the best of me, just how many would he rob
I floated out
I'm your motherfuckin' hostess
Hot Benz, all tens, got the most-est
Raise a motherfuckin' flute for the toast, yeah
Locked in, tell your friends
niggas yell squad
K Camp screaming link up
300 niggas, that's 300 motherfuckers
Trying to get it in by the trucks
I'm a hot young nigga that'll take your
Came from the dungeon we something like goodie mob
Fronting your goods boy you good as robbed
Cant back out of smoke all that wolfing dog
Set the play up
hot keepin' it heated
People about to see they chasin' after cash in the ass
Suckers crash on the blast from the past
Goodie Mo.B. Backbone
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