Lyrics:
son"
I'm like "allright" so we head to the house
I mobbed through the door and
Pops fired to the mouth
I couldn't do nothing but cry like a bitch
I
not pussy
I've been gettin' it in, you can't overlook me
I'm mobbed up, the whole squad tough
No Limit, Money Mafia
We get it, we get it, these niggas
we cleansing, it's all about the Benjamins, what
If it's dirty then we rincing it off
You niggas don't give a fuck, mobbed up in h2s
Niggas is
like you.
Just for kicks he
Mobbed her, robbed her,
Shishkebabbed her,
Dropped her from a
Helicopter,
Gagged her, bound her,
Buzzards found her.
up beside me, give me the thumbs up
I turn the beat up like "That's what up"
Hah, studio tone, yadadamean
Got us mobbed out, smacking like magazine
Nigga dissed me, it was nonsense
I sat 'em down like his father
My nigga asked, "Why you bother?"
We shoulda caught him and mobbed him
I said, "We
closer, so I gave him one
And left the motherfucker stunned
And right before I mobbed
I gave him one more for the road, just to finish the fucking job
that talks, he`s a bitch)
Vallejo niggas yelled out (Snitch!)
Mobbed his ass, beat him down to the dirt
And straight went bezerk
of the show
Girl you shine, every door you glow
You so fine and I know that you know
You prolly get mobbed everywhere that you go
You need a body guard cus
get mobbed
Scarred and barred, and then, banished from my fuckin' kingdom
You got a fly one bring one, or else I come to fling some
Exquisite exotic
outta New York
[Verse 1:]
Rollie what's up son Noodles had a problem
He called Lucky Hands lab saying niggas mobbed him
Max was on the outskirt
How I get robbed in cali
I be with cali thugs
Got mobbed in cali
Yeah that cali love
Come chatter mouth
Have my bling black is out
Stick me what
of the show
Girl you shine, every door you glow
You so fine and I know that you know
You prolly get mobbed everywhere that you go
You need a body guard cus your
the drop
Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerrilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel
glow
You so fine and I know that you know
You prolly get mobbed everywhere that you go
You need a body guard cus your body like whoa
Walk down
naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit
That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerrilla shit
I'm marking my music like diesel on the block
So if
How I get robbed in Cali
I be with Cali thugs
Got mobbed in Cali
Yeah that Cali love
Come chatter mouth
Have my bling black is out
Stick me
to dogs, chase broads and have hopes of being mobbed
Who mislay their dreams and later claim that they were robbed
And every night it's going to be
Suckas at the door, nah, it's Nina Flow
Back up off me we about to wreck shop, take shop
It's niggaz on the list that might get mobbed up
If they don't cut
drive his mom, yeah
Every nigga 'round me holdin' your father
Really don't stop, put that death to your mind, yeah
Yeah you really mobbed down, but you
my seventy-nine, flying
Mobbed out so they can't see me when I'm riding
They slow me down, holla like we buddy buddy
But at the same time I know
Louie luggage, that sit in the front trunk
Uncle threw Forgiato on Dodge trucks
Throw VL out the window, I'm mobbed up
Hit that proper until that bitch
nutted, we both was in the sauna
One nigga mobbed to the store for ya donna
Well clean the wax out ya ears and hear the drama
'cause i'ma tell it the way it
rode round she was mobbed
She showed us too much ‘cause her hair had been bobbed
At Bunkum's Travelling Show you ought to go some time
Such wonderful
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