| Menensky-muthafuckin'-Tribe mobbin' on muthafuckas
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| See, it’s like the Menensky Mob, see
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| They used to be the ones who was fightin' the slave master
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| So the people didn’t go on the boat, you know what I’m sayin'?
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| (Shit, smoke, can a black man get some paper up in this place, man?)
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| (But I’m a black man in a white man’s world)
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| Fuck this shit
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| Oh, Menensky (Menesky!) mobbin'
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| Menensky mobbin', nigga
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| Oh, Menensky (Menesky!) mobbin'
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| Menensky mobbin', nigga
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| Oh, Menensky (Menesky niggas around the muthafuckin' world) mobbin'
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| Menensky mobbin', nigga
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| Oh, Menensky (Menensky!) mobbin'
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| Watts niggas with problems
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| And the ?? |
| thugs are from the projects
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| Smokin' chronic with love with the gun in the glove
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| Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run
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| Menensky mobbin' muthafucka!
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| (Bizzy)
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| Menensky mobbin' muthafucka with Watts niggas
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| In Cali ready to riot and rally around
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| Brawlin' in my back door ready for warfare, declare like my Capo
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| ?? |
| Gettin' wacko and smokin' tabacco
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| Yeah my niggas with tatoos, a sack of crack, and I’ll pat you down too
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| My voodoo with that flip flop flow, don’t make me blast you
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| Right past you with the mask on, bitch
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| Sippin' the passion, get it twisted mister bitchafied
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| This introduction bustin'
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| I’m bumpin' properly, property of my poverty, God we need a job
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| Clock me in my Saab, Menesky mobbin', bobbin' and weavin', no pron
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| You niggas' sloppy, don’t copy, get popped, nigga don’t jock me--you're raw
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| Oh, Menensky mobbin'
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| (I'm tryin' to get high muthafucka')
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| Oh, Menensky mobbin'
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| (You're over here trippin' and shit, man what the fuck’s wrong with you?)
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| Oh, Menensky mobbin'
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| Man, we mobbin' on niggas
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| You niggas can’t fuck with me
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| Watts niggas with problems
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| And the ?? |
| thugs are from the projects
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| We smokin' chronic with love with the gun in the glove
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| Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run
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| (Bizzy)
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| Hock my Benz
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| Fuck a bitch for the babies and Christmas gifts
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| When I’m lifted ridin' down the strip: same niggas, the same shit
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| Workin' the graveyard shift back on Brackland where the broads flipped like a
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| Movie
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| And my raw dogs trip in the line of duty
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| Look at the groupies, holler, holler, from the hoopties and my Lucciano’s
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| Groovy
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| Judge and jury my movie confuse me with those other thugs
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| On a high speed chase say
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| Say don’t swerve in the mud, and the tight weed taste like love
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| We thuggish in Columbus slums, suburbs, muthafucka word
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| Sift through my proberbs
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| And I heard that we’re rockin' up birds
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| When out in Florida and CaliforniaNew York, Little Pomona, shookin' soldiers
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| Smokin' doja, composure suppose
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| Oh, Menensky mobbin'
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| (Menensky muthafuckin' mobbin')
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| Oh, Menensky mobbin'
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| Oh, Menensky mobbin'
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| (Watts niggas. With Watts with muthafuckin' problems, c’mon, c’mon)
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| Oh, Menensky mobbin
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| Watts niggas with problems
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| And the ?? |
| thugs are from the projects
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| We smokin' chronic with love with the gun in the glove
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| Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run
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| (Bizzy)
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| Born to be ?, crushin' crucial, not the conflict, and b-b-b-bomb shit
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| I’m on the chronic chokin' bubonic, harmonic
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| Eyes blood-shot red, loc’d out like Eazy--he dead, surprise
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| Fuck the Feds, fuck the bitches instead
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| Step in the bedroom, I’m about to get some head soon
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| She’s wet in the womb
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| I’m kinda nast and mad at ya, but boom, it’s till the sun up
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| What up, done up, shut up, it’s all in the game, it shouldn’t be painful
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| Well why the fuck I feel so much pain stressin' my brain?
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| Let the train pass, look at the sky, play, laugh
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| With visions back in May on how I played dad
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| Don’t say that and criticize yourself, I’m’a tell the truth
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| Roof nigga from Glock-Glock, no truce, the punk enemies deadly
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| And shoot if you wanna
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| Smoke water, but you can die, bitch, it’s normal
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| Eventually your number’s called through the portal and muthafucka fall
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| Here’s a quarter to call your dogs
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| Oh, Menensky mobbin'
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| (Nigga, Menensky mobbin' world-muthafuckin'-wide on these hoes, c’mon!)
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| Oh, Menensky mobbin'
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| Oh, Menesky mobbin', Watts niggas with problems
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| And the ?? |
| thugs are from the projects
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| Whoo!
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| We’re smokin' chronic with love and the gun in the glove
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| Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run
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| For sure
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| (Menensky niggas mobbin' world wide
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| Are you down with the Menensky Tribe? |
| Getready for war) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Menensky Mobbin' , by - Bizzy Bone. Song from the album The Greatest Hits, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп