Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mobbin Through The Hood (feat. Master P, Silkk The Shocker, Big Ed & C-Murder), artist - King George.
Date of issue: 20.02.2009
Song language: English
Mobbin Through The Hood (feat. Master P, Silkk The Shocker, Big Ed & C-Murder) |
Mobb’n Thru Da Hood, 6 Deep, Hoo Ridin' Up To No Good |
Rollin thru Richmond in my six-fo' |
clockin the cash, rollin them Vogues |
Called Master P to get tha scoop |
Po-po's on my tail, got a gangsta flu |
I ain’t goin back to tha staff of chief |
I stand a better chance holdin court on the streets |
Watch how I mash on this white chump |
front back side 2 side on a speed bump |
I say,"gotta come n get me."with a 350 |
Roar like a lion, high speed on a tipsy |
Straight to the highway, straight to the biway |
Six deep in the car goin sideways |
I wanna mobb thru my hood, but I’m feelin kinda tipsy |
I see my future as a gypsy |
I see tha picture but it aint all clear |
but I know one thing, I’m not supposed to be here |
Tha phone rang, collect call from the city |
Seems C-Murder told me to come get him, so you know I had to floss |
almost got shortstopped by a cop, so I had to hide my glock |
Pull down my beanie, so he can’t see me, disappear like a genie |
Cuz it’s a everyday thangs where I hangs |
at the Rich where I livez, at tha place where I slangs |
at Mobb’n Thru tha East Bay, each day |
R-I-C-H-M-O-N-D, to tha CA |
where tha playaz be hangin, |
but I can’t ride slow cuz my hood |
aint 9−0-2, 1 to tha 0. |
And I be puttin in work, Mobb’n Thru Da Hood, |
have my deez spinnin like the earth |
Comin up in the Rich', rollin up through the darkness |
grew up in this land where these killers be like heartless |
Ease on down tha yellow brick road |
I keep my nine cocked and ready to unload |
Cause all that they got luv for me Cash is more important than the RICM’s |
Now as I flex and floss floss it and flex it Big Ed keeps his eyes open in the intersection |
Let’s see where your heart is at but mine is in right exact tha G-Spot |
Cause I got the click that fools can’t get |
But, can you feel me thru my illness and sickness |
My team is Cali C, that makes it quick to handle my business |
If you wantsta deal with me, you gotsta deal wit 16 rounds ya see |
C-Murder Mobb’n thru da hood, a young G like me ballin |
Top down, I can hear them hoochies callin |
Wanna get with me, wanna do me but I ain’t trippin so fire up the doobie |
I thank god, I’m not in a casket |
Just the other day, another brother got blasted |
Comin up, tryna get bigger |
but I ain’t goin down, like Mary J, I get richer |
Master P Ya, Master P, that TRU click |
No Limit Records, Mobb’n Thru Da Hood |
like that 500 SCL |
Watch them vogue tires smoke fool… |