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Hustletown Mobbin (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Mobbin' Out (I See Stars) · Mike Mosley and Steady Mobbin: Presents Major Work (Hutchinson, Hutch) · West Coast Mobbin' (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Steady Mobbin (DJ Cover This) · Still Still Still: A Christmas Collection (Martin Sasse) · Still I Can't Be Still (Idina Menzel) · Still Me Still Now (Amy Diamond) · Still Bollox But Still Here [Bonus Tracks] (Varukers) · Still I Can't Be Still (Idina Menzel) – and 90 other albums »


to be servin'" "What you doin'?"
"Mob-mobbin like a motherfucker"
"Tis the season, to be servin'"

Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time
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
Uh uh uh. Still ain't ready yet. 
Uh uh uh. Niggaz still ain't ready yet. 
Uh uh uh. 

I hits the corner on three Daytonaz 
Wit a bad ass bitch
Uh uh uh. Still ain't ready yet. 
Uh uh uh. Niggaz still ain't ready yet. 
Uh uh uh. 

I hits the corner on three Daytonaz 
Wit a bad ass bitch
on the spot 
I'm more chillier than Dennis-in 
Finishin' up my zip 
Quick to make my grip 
You fuck around and get licked 
By the Luni click 
So that
that I'm alive to the man up above
I'm still takin shit day by day
Survin off a nifty, that's why I'm goin 5150

Ripley's won't believe I'm shot,
breakin' y'all motherfuckers
E'rybody gonna get some of that light
When they mobbin' to the liquor store

[Chorus]
Everybody's gotta get some light
One nigga did the dirt, but the blames on the whole crew
I feel like O.J., and Rodney
A little mayo, but still don't be havin'
No happy days like
sometimes fought
A young nigga in the ghetto
With plenty of dreams
Surrounded by the police
And many of fiends
At 13 started mobbin'
14 started robbin'
It's
the gangstas play
Often heard but seldom seen
that's the way that its supposed to be
When you do see me
Mobbin wit a gangsta lean
Got a piece by my side
and sausa
Commanded by the colonel p, don't like it we lost ya

[big ed]
Chorus

Nigga I say shit like dips quick to empty out clips
Big ed and steady mobbin
I-N-see fucka, we go together, Lord
When you see the pink hair the Inc. here
Fuck - we can do it mixtape or dubbed
And by the underground bastards,
the letters
Murder I-N-see fucka, we go together, Lord
When you see the pink hair the Inc. here
Fuck - we can do it mixtape or dubbed
And by the underground
porter we still mobbin on fear, bother
Rest fears on the cashmere, I still got 'em
You walk slick, thick
Behind wobblin', when I beat it
Probably can
I'd prolly be a reject
I came up by my lonely now I'm a product of that D-Set
Two twelvin' with my homie, he caught a homy of that d-wreck
He said it
on the 1970s
Had the swimming pool and at the park on deck
Even if you gangbanged it didn't matter what set
Doin flips, hittin dips, mobbin to the sto' later
a teenage gee
So I'm readin a graffiti
The walls say 'peace treaty'

[ VERSE 2 ]
Lookin at the aftermath of the riot
I can still smell the ashes
>From all
start cappin, Uptown can start robbin
Bronx can tell the tale, and start back mobbin
Queens, gangsta lean with green
Word to Shaolin, I represent for Long
one servin' my rocks 
And I'm still, servin' for mines, peace 
To my motherfuckin' homies doin time 
In the pen and the county jail 
Mobbin' with
the gangstas play
Often heard but seldom seen
that's the way that its supposed to be
When you do see me
Mobbin wit a gangsta lean
Got a piece by my side
The foundation of niggas commitin' a crime is murderin' every time
Nigga beware 'cause here come the Clair
Mobbin' like them soldiers
Watch me fold ya
For
[CHORUS:]
Ridin blowin big sippin on a daily basis
Quick to hop by on your block and wreck faces
Slammin door's open spaces looking good standing
you
Fleein through the front door, and we gotta do one more
Even though debo watchin me like the lottery
We can still fulfill this westside oddessy
no rules when you in this game

Steady mobbin', d o double g, ain't no limit to that shit
Nigga carlos on the beat beats by the pound
'bout 3:34 in