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Ice Cube - Steady Mobbin' lyrics
(c'mon G) [JD] Police, eat a dick straight up Look here you little god damn nigger, your not gafflin nobody You fuckin understand me (kick his ass) That's right, get down on the god damn ground now Fuckin move now (Let me take a shot at him) We're gonna do you like King [JD] What god damn King Rodney King, Martin Luther King and all the other god damn King's from Africa [JD] Look out motherfucker *gun shots* [Ice Cube] God damn, the bigger the cap the bigger the peelin And when dealin with the Lench Mob you gots to know Steady Mobbin is not just the name of this jam, but a way of life Bound together by motherfuckers that's known to break em off somethin, give it to me Four or five niggaz in a mothership Better known as a goose and we all wanna smother shit Bent, front and back glass got tint Tryin to get our hands on some dollars and cents And fools can't hold us Every chance we get, we hittin up the rollers Comin up short of the green guys And I might start slangin bean pies Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month With "U Can't Touch This" on the front I'm bout to get rich Cause life ain't nuttin but money and fuck a bitch They drop like dominoes And if you didn't know, Ice Cube got drama hoes So after the screwin I bust a nut and get up and put on my white Ewings I'm out the do' All you might get is a rubber on the floor Cause I'm ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti Bitch, cause I'm steady mobbin Bustin caps in the mix Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six Cause I'm gettin major Fuck Pac Tel, move to Sky Pager Told all my friends Don't drink 8 Ball, cause St. Ide's is givin ends Fools get drunk and wanna compete Slapboxin in the street Niggaz get mad, tempers are flarin cause they got a few bitches starin Just for the nappy heads But scandalous bitches, make for happy Feds I'm making my duty to cuss em out, cause I just don't trust em And if you tell on me I'm bombin on Betty Bitch shoulda known I was steady mobbin Since one-time so hot Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the glock And I'm rollin on rims Eating soul food, and neckbones from M&M's Grumblin like a motherfucker Greasy-ass lips, now I gots to take a shit Saw Sir Jinx bailin' When I hit a left, I moved felon, 'Whattup loc?' Don't you know that niggaz get smoked That take they life for a joke, get in nigga I take you to the pad zoom Went to mom's house and dropped a load in the bathroom Jumped back in my low rider Comin out feelin about ten pounds lighter Went to Bone's house so I can get the gat Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at Lench Mob ain't nuttin but tramps But hoes lickin us like stamps One fool brought the music for the yams But Ice Cube had more amps, get in bitch Cause I had the jam on And I don't want to hear shit about a tampon Give me the nappy and make me happy The hoe said 'Pappy could you slap me on the ass hard and fast and could please try not to leave a gash?' I said yeah, but I don't play sex When I'm putting on the latex Slipped on the condom Fucked around and dropped the bomb son And it came out sort of like confetti In for the night, no longer steady mobbin |
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