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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
the hood, nigga distributing packs [Big Pokey] My guns go off, when my fists is hard Mobbed up 'cause nigga pistols'll scar You got your knife on you,
sho Bitch, that's just like when that nigga took me to Vegas His fat ass fell asleep I got him for his Rolex, and his car keys (What!) Mobbed his
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