Lyrics:
want they suckers back
I'm out in Bel Air nigga where the fuck you been
Black bottles, bubbling
Black bitches, white bitches all loving him
Jewish mob
but back came Rob
To the same old game
"hee-hee yo, what's up to y'all, want to hang?"
"yeah sure" they said on the quick fast
"by the way anybody
shiver
When I deliver
Criminal lyrics
From a world wide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli
Niggas is waitin' for some thug shit,
Funk is my mother, George is my father
Obsessed with creating another author
Now I remember back when everything was On the One
(Nah, they couldn't
We got no love if ya outside tha clique nigga
You get fucked over like a bitch nigga
We gone play it real nigga do it like tha mob
Cut his tongue
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
'em (we whack 'em)
Every day, buyin' new guns, we active
Big booty bitch, from the back, make it tap (tap, tap)
Brand new hundred, two stick, cant
la-di-da-da-da
Survived in the trenches, I'm a war baby (mm-hmm)
Had to slide on the sliders that ain't normal, baby (mm-hmm)
Like the mob ties in Houston, we
a cypher when Onyx was "Slammin" (aight?)
Now we meet again, it's all good my nigga
Back to the street again, it's all hood my nigga
Knock on wood my
the back with MAC's to they neck, rappers waitin' to get done in
We tossed his ass out
M.O.B. related, one mo' nigga found shot up with his dick in his
raw do', real niggas keepin' it inside do'
While real niggas is ridin', that's how we flex when we despise
The Mob Figgas, I grew up with these
bad, woo)
We T'd up (T'd up, no)
I T'd up (woo, woo)
I'm so fresh I need a fuckin' lint brush
I don't want the truck if it ain't lifted up
Drink
brighter and it's only gon' grow
And I'm gon' be by your side and you know we finna blow
Thinking back to how we used to order red soda
In the park 'til it
I used to serve by my grandma's house (yeah)
I left some birds by my grandma's house (hah, brrt)
You knockin' at the door, but no, I can't come out
whatever that we wanna do
When we get to everybody fall back
And if you ever come asking me, "How was the party?"
All tha
We got party, all that
Get
Show you how to stunt (hahaha), show you how to stunt
Show you how to stunt (we tried to tell y'all niggas)
Show you niggas how to stunt on 'em
[Chorus]
Midnight love
Troubles plots on thee mind
Midnight love
Leave your back door open
Midnight love
This heaven's ready for me
Midnight
be the reason why they get it right back,
And so they got
Cocaine,
Forget it by the quarter,
Bring it by the pound, straight through the border.
Come along, and watch the fights;
Well, we feed our dogs on Civil Rights.
We believe in Segregation --
Negroes in one mob,
Policemen, politicians,
[Ice Cube]
Yo Jinx man, we gotta find somebody that's down for hers, man
All these girls simple man, who you think fit the category?
[Yo-Yo]
on
Yo, we can go to war with the enemy
All we need is A.K.s and Hennessy
This ain't back in the days of Tennessee
Pull the trigger and release
offshore
You should get out more (hey, hey)
And you should get out more, you should get out more
Baby, take a lil' tour (oh)
When we hit that floor, all
shiver
When I deliver
Criminal lyrics
From a world wide mob figure
Thug niggas from everywhere Mr. Makaveli
Niggas is waitin' for some thug shit,
chance
Do it for the fans
If I die I'll come back again
If I die know I'll resurrect
No Jesus
But a god and I'm in the flesh
All black suit
Like the mob
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