Lyrics:
I got ties with mobs, I got ties with mobs
I got ties with mobs, I got ties with mobs
I got ties with mobs, I got ties with mobs
I got ties with
of me, you gon' love the way I dive in it
I ain't trippin' bout none of these hoes, I'm on my business
Party every fuckin' night, baby, this the mob's
hat mir einst beigebracht:
Angst führt zu Wut,
Wut führt zu Hass,
Hass führt zur dunklen Seite der Macht.
Wenn der Mob sich offen zeigt,
hat der letzte
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'
burned
Just a blueprint for a life that we never learned
Flowers fly when we grow old
Snakes get high, or so I'm told
She's a lynch mob on the street
Join The Mob
The last gate stand still before us
And no one here dares look behind
Soldiers stare us through the hazy smoke
But no one here back off
Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah Check in with me and do your job Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane
land
Raise our food like the man
Save our money like the Mob
Put up [Incomprehensible] on the job
[Incomprehensible]
Tell 'em, Godfather
Hello
It's coming right
The mob controls the city
This kind of rights
The justice came so lazy
You're turning black
Ends up the Mississippi
Cause this
Enter a stage of bloody dismay
Where beast and man are cast
To be slain
Chants from the mob
Feeds their victims desires
Without fail, the crowd
drugs is killin 'em
The mob is killin' 'em, mob is killin' 'em
Mob is killin' 'em, killin' 'em
Them guns is killin' 'em, guns is killin' 'em
Gun gon'
B, B, Black Mob City, Black Mob City
Black Mob City, Black Black Mob, Black Mob
Long days, dark nights
Earning stripes, Through heat waves
Е, я, е, я (ха, ха).
Ну в принципе (я-я).
Худи Bape, джинсы Alexander Wang.
Со мной весь мой gang, и мы курим этот stank, оу.
M.O.B. shit, сдохну
fine
Lie to them both and say that I'm alright
She think I'm inside, but I'm outside
GENNGE KHULU, steady mobbing all the time
M-O-B be super slimy,
Walk in that bitch with a nine
Walk in that bitch with a cutter
Pulling up feel like the mob
Pulling up yeah with my brothers
Pulling up I'm with
If I run the mob
Like a mafioso
We gone run the shit up
Kicking in the front door
We got family ties
Whipping up what we know
Real desensitized
Dein Kopf ist so kahl wie Karls,
dein Mob so haarig wie Karls,
dein Zopf so lang wie mein Hals
doch dein Kopf ist so kahl wie Karls.
Them belly full but we hungry
A hungry mob is an angry mob
A rain a fall but the dirt it tough
A pot a cook but the food no 'nough
You're gonna
Intro
Yeez ehh
It’s the lyrically MOB baby
Chours
Put it on a gee eh X 2
Big booty
Put it on a gee mama put it on a gee
bitch gimme that neck, take her on an island
A-A-AP with the baguettes, my wrist waterslidin'
Run up that check with the mob, you know that we wylin'
indubitably, piper pied
Now, now just hold on my brother, no, no, no, no, can't stop the stride
And the winner is, ladies, help me out
OutKast
Goodie Mob
Tell the rabble to be quiet, we anticipate a riot.
This common crowd, is much too loud.
Tell the mob who sing your song that they are fools and they
the knell
Taunting their bereavement
Mob round the dead
Point fingers at the details
Probing vomits for more
Caught in unbridled suspense
We have
Strife is life and don't forget it
Strife is life, you don't want to hear it
Could be thirteen or thirty one of this mob
Could be thirteen or thirty one
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