Lyrics:
Give a damn what you think
Cause if the legends of the south ain't complaining
Like Outkast and Goodie Mob
What the hell and the fuck do I care what
complainin
Like Outkast and Goodie Mob
What the hell and the fuck do I care what you sayin
I'm T.I.P.
[Chorus 2X]
What, what, what
Yal still ain't heard
Let a young nigga
Gone mob in it
I'm throwing fingers up
While I'm all in it
She through that ass back
So I had to catch it
Bend that ass over
letters
Buddha say, the bloods are strictly outnumbered
They beseiged, on the beats, goodie mo-b, run the creeps
Y'all can have the streets, asphault
"Lench Mob.."
"Civilize a 85er" -> Grand Puba
Come again, huh
"Lench Mob.."
"Now we come to the pay-off"
"Lench Mob.."
And here we go with verse one,
hot keepin' it heated
People about to see they chasin' after cash in the ass
Suckers crash on the blast from the past
Goodie Mo.B. Backbone
the fight
They try protect it from all
Bullets aim us in the in the darkness night
But we are too many for them
The mob grows up on every corner we passed by
Presidential, maybe I should run
Still get 'em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month
Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
2020 McLaren, Moe got me
and head back to the trap house
Niggas sellin' crack, sellin' weed, we was trapped out
Always keep a strap in the V if he act out
Been known for the cash,
something?)
Come on, get on, get some
Listen close as I prove my point
Ready to make an entrance, so back on up (yeah)
No comparison, we more solid than
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'
fuckin' Hollywood hos
On a pill and half with my partner Young Dro Dro
Bumpin' Goodie Mob Soul Food number fo'
Other rappers', old dudes, told dudes I'm
Can anybody cure me from a broken heart?
And put it back together 'cause it fell apart
The blind leadin' the blind, we walkin' in the dark
(Once
're on the attack
We're on the attack
Spent years surrounded by flowers
Get ready for our kitkan power
We're sick, of playing along
Just you try to stop us
Mob
man on the jack soldier
Grip your mac soldier
FIRST FAMILY
We're back soldier
And we have swam through the Brownsville sewers
threat
By a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet
One, two, three, four
The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore
Like Jim Morrison we
, Black Mob
Call it the slums, call it the ghetto
Whatever you call it,
We wanted niggas living lawless,
Get wit it or get got,
You don't wanna get
I'm sky high
I'm a hippie, like tye-die
Goodie Mob, Black Ice
Ice cold, you may die
I be chillin' by the Bayside
Hit the beach when the waves high
I got
OutKast out to hockey
I wonder could he squab with the Goodie MoB
I think he got the best of me, just how many would he rob
I floated out
and we color 'em dead
Dead, dying, getting smoked like part of the fun
They get smoked just to show how many come to the funeral
[J-Dee (Lench Mob
niggas is very persistent and ferocious
My bitches too,
One might be your hostess
Get you poked quick
By someone you close with
Retaliations a bitch,
My niggas is very persistent and ferocious,
My bitches too,
One might be your hostess,
Get you poked quick,
By someone you close with,
Retaliations
Four or five niggas in a mothership
Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin' to get our
I'ma shoot it up like a drive-by (drive-by)
Montana been goin' off (off)
Keep your eye on your bitch when we slide by (slide by)
When we slide, when
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