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E-40 - Sinister Mob lyrics
[nate dogg] I don't know if you don't, but i know Whenever the wind blows I be chasin all of my cheese Think i'm lyin? silly ne-gro please My niggaz is out to get rich Better watch out man, cause they sick Somebody better get this dick I'm about to get sic'wid dis shit Although them niggaz is tight as tight as me they never will be So what some niggaz is famous man some niggaz is out for they g's Some niggaz is lovin hookers man some niggaz send hoes to they knees Some niggaz will rescue a bitch Some skanless niggaz'll let the hoe bleed [chorus 2x: nate dogg] If you gon' ride nigga go'n ride (zzzzoom) If you gon' hide nigga go'n hide (witcho' bitch-ass) If you gon' shoot nigga go'n shoot (doo doo doo doo doo doo) If you gon' spook nigga go'n spook [e-40] The cherries, sirens, got me layin, po-po penelopes make Noises, throughout the night, bring the yellow tape They so, lost, bodies bagged up Streets, blocked off, victims airlifted up Lieutenants, bosses, block monsters, kingpins Funkin, beefin, killin they best friends And to prevent bloodshed we used to try to reason But right now it's a drought, and ain't nobody eatin So therefo' (therefo') there the problem right there Ain't no jobs provided, so i'ma blame the mayor Sinister mob, throughout the town Y'all grew up on this shit, y'all love the sound Y'all threw up on the shit, all on the tar Got you twisted with the shit, dang near wreck yo' momma's car Dirty needles, welfare checks Poverty, despair, housin projects [chorus] [e-40] Smeb with me, and nate dogg M.d. 20/20 see that them breathin alcohol Took a 40 to the head with me Eightball, let your anger out, throw it up against the wall {*glass breaks*} i dropped a c-note, didn't miss it A little skank from the other side picked it up and kisses it like {*smooch*} good luck, you deserve it and you makin it Even though, my boyfriend n them be hatin it I'm a top hat, them cats is mouses I sport ice, cost mo' than niggaz houses I'm nothing close to bein fake I tried to tell them tricks a long time ago to get in this rap game But it's too late I'm on my way to my (where) studio session Switchin ears, tryin to get a better reception Changin gears, super size Poppin wheelies in my, brand new ride [chorus] [e-40] Glow in the dark night vision, solar ray tinted glass Power heated side through mirrors, ?? back airbags Off the new with the stump My cadillac dts deville 32 valve ain't no punk Get up outta here some ol' jacklin and square Hollered adjitudes and ate the gravel I said i ain't no mark-ass any ol' rapper Potnah i was built for battlin And about all that ol' jaw-jackin you doin potnah i ain't playin You get your head put on flat, think it's a game I got choppers done fucked with jelly jaws Screwed a few, bitches in my car A temper problem, i can't hide Issues, violence, problems deep inside [nate dogg] Although them niggaz is tight as tight as me they never will be So what some niggaz is famous man some niggaz is out for they g's Some niggaz is lovin hookers man some niggaz send hoes to they knees Some niggaz will rescue a bitch Some skanless niggaz'll let the hoe bleed [chorus] - 1.5x |
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