Lyrics:
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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'
Make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime
So here we go, we in the inner city
I keep my hand on my gat and stay cool, my attitude is shitty
Mob-mobbin' like a motherf***er
'Tis the season to be servin'
Short than a motherf***er snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by
Mob-mobbin' like a motherfucker
'Tis the season to be servin'
Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by
stephanie
Then he realize what a epiphany
Now he start acting hella phony
As him leave her she gonna phone me
Playing her heart like its sony
Cause a mob just
listen to goodie mob
From the got damn south
She got a brand new tec
She will blast yo ass
And keep them subwoofers humping
And she drive real fast
She got
bangers and drive bys
Why do we die at an early age
He was so young but still a
Victim of the 12 gauge
My memories of a corpse
Mind full of sick thoughts
I woke up and got it and check the deposit
We emptied the bag and we run it back
Got niggas that buck and they don't give a fuck
Told them let's get
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'
Native Tongues, Steady BDP, Public Enemy
Stretch Armstrong, play the Goodie Mob
Pete Rock and you don't stop you don't stop
It's the sad end, you don't
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
shattered
A land of freedom is flipping out
All I want is a life without a doubt
Thug life, we all been through it
Life's a struggle though it's not split
Bitch we got Dracos,
Leaving some halos, and
We're 'bout ready to turn up,
When I creep through them streets,
You'll get wet like a treesh,
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'
Maybe see another Saturday
All the while where we know where to go
Argue with the homies over who's gonna roll
Bumpin' Goodie Mob as some food for
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'
And a little bit of Nas
A little Lynyrd Skynrd with
A little Goodie Mob
A little Youngbloodz in the mud, smokin' bud
"If you don't give a damn
We don't give
out the loop Tht why they call me Chiron just know it all goodie I work better on my own
Red or blue I got the juice like I'm neo you're the Judas out
We lit, we live
Free drinks, we slide
All a**, no thighs
We mob, no ties
We drip, you drown
We smoke by pounds
We lit, we live
She hit the wood now
on the NorthSide
Tryna Dodge the chain game but it's still It's still mob ties
No they don't feel my pain I grow up on the NorthSide
No they don't feel my pain they
by one rule we hustle and we don't do wrong
But we just we just roll
With the punches
Because you need a need a soul
In the Matrix
Noticing its so hard
Rob, Goodie Mob, Bad Boy, down south
Up top it gon' stop
Aiyyo, I seen how them niggas be lookin' at us
Actin? like they wanna do som'thin? to us
to excite
You like I'm goodie
Mob. never slobbed
You guessed this, what is this
Spit what it is, when I kick this, relentless
Yeah, you did it to death
But
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