Lyrics:
of a lick indeed
(Believe I got a vick if it's a brick you need
My nigga for sheez
(Right back at you, holla after you land we get it before you leave)
Is
outside of Lenox lounge
Post up on the block, so you see how we getting down
Like the mob we break bread before we hit the town
Hamduallah, man we ain’t
goodie two shoes at home
Straight from the limo to the front of the line
Shots all night, never spending a dime
It's been a long week, so it's about
We all destined to be swallowed
By the same thing we lust for
Threw away our morals in bags of dust, more
N****z is dying tomorrow
We, bet on all
that we are faced in
Wanting' to be greater and amazing
Gotta live and run with patience
Noticing' it's so hard just to move on
Living' by one rule we
still taste it
When mama was too tired to cook and we had the basics
Instant noodles, Sriracha, I still taste it
Now it's a movie, I'm back at Bellag',
Asics, (coke test) I ace it
I been rich, since 20, bitch
Gun right by the cash (what's that?) the money clip
This Gucci kicker got your girl in nuddy
an Oreo yo
We hung him by his neck til it snapped
That's when my homey woke me up out my nap (wake up 'loc)
Wakin' back up to the signs of reality
at
Mob ties, I swear we like a bitch with fine sisters and fine cousins, the family all bad
I'm preachin' to the dawgs about cleanin' they images
I swear
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
're cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
Dade Country yayo shit
Double MOB
I'm finna take these pussy niggas down
Beat Billionaire
I got coke like the 80's
I got coke like the 80's, in my coke
Endanger, ya family
I Bambi, ya granny
Collecting bodies like Thriller collected Grammys
I'm coming through bumping Goodie Mob
Still standing
Sky high, never
Mob ties, living legend the live
That's what I go by
And the lean double sealed
Pour the whole thing in the soda
Won't fall away, my nigga
Pull up
the note and then we sing along
Everybody got a role, therefore we got a job
Until we meet up out in Vegas, and we got a mob
I got a room that's
Randy Mac
One in a million on your back, boy
Yo
So we bout to get outta here
Seems like the police is outside, man
(Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee,
rink, mobs and crews would take minks
Clean streets, hustlers, crack cocaine
Gave back by throwin block parties and basketball games
A lotta cash
bums watch your back for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill
Get 'em son, we ain't the one
Politickin', purse vickin', sick of these
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
bums watch your back for jumps
Caught before a fake twenty dollar bill
Get 'em son, we ain't the one
Politickin', purse vickin', sick of these
they actin standoffish
? by hand like canned raw crawfish
Can you please pass the cocktail sauce?
You might as well know, hell is hot as hell boss
couldn't hide form myself
An' if I push my wig back, then I die by myself
'Cause it gets
Deeper an' deeper
With every move I make I'm fallin'
Deeper an'
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
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,
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