Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Menensky Mobbin, artist - Bizzy Bone. Album song Greatest Hits, Vol. 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.03.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Real Talk Ent
Song language: English
Menensky Mobbin |
Menensky-muthafuckin'-Tribe mobbin’on muthafuckas |
See, it’s like the Menensky Mob, see |
They used to be the ones who was fightin’the slave master |
So the people didn’t go on the boat, you know what I’m sayin'? |
(Shit, smoke, can a black man get some paper up in this place, man?) |
(But I’m a black man in a white man’s world) |
Fuck this shit |
Oh, Menensky (Menesky!) mobbin' |
Menensky mobbin', nigga |
Oh, Menensky (Menesky!) mobbin' |
Menensky mobbin', nigga |
Oh, Menensky (Menesky niggas around the muthafuckin’world) mobbin' |
Menensky mobbin', nigga |
Oh, Menensky (Menensky!) mobbin' |
Watts niggas with problems |
And the ?? |
thugs are from the projects |
smokin’chronic with love with the gun in the glove |
Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run |
Menensky mobbin’muthafucka! |
(Bizzy) |
Menensky mobbin’muthafucka with Watts niggas |
In Cali ready to riot and rally around |
brawlin’in my back door ready for warfare, declare like my Capo |
?? |
Gettin’wacko and smokin’tabacco |
Yeah my niggas with tatoos, a sack of crack, and I’ll pat you down too |
My voodoo with that flip flop flow, don’t make me blast you |
Right past you with the mask on, bitch |
Sippin’the passion, get it twisted mister bitchafied |
This introduction bustin' |
I’m bumpin’properly, property of my poverty, God we need a job |
Clock me in my Saab, Menesky mobbin', bobbin’and weavin', no pron |
You niggas’sloppy, don’t copy, get popped, nigga don’t jock me--you're raw |
Oh, Menensky mobbin' |
(I'm tryin’to get high muthafucka') |
Oh, Menensky mobbin' |
(You're over here trippin’and shit, man what the fuck’s wrong with you?) |
Oh, Menensky mobbin' |
Man, we mobbin’on niggas |
You niggas can’t fuck with me Watts niggas with problems |
And the ?? |
thugs are from the projects, |
We smokin’chronic with love with the gun in the glove |
Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run |
(Bizzy) |
Hock my Benz |
Fuck a bitch for the babies and Christmas gifts |
When I’m lifted ridin’down the strip: same niggas, the same shit |
Workin’the graveyard shift back on Brackland where the broads flipped like a movie |
And my raw dogs trip in the line of duty |
Look at the groupies, holler, holler, from the hoopties and my Lucciano’s |
groovy |
Judge and jury my movie confuse me with those other thugs |
On a high speed chase say |
Say don’t swerve in the mud, and the tight weed taste like love |
We thuggish in Columbus slums, suburbs, muthafucka word |
Sift through my proberbs |
And I heard that we’re rockin’up birds |
When out in Florida and CaliforniaNew York, Little Pomona, shookin’soldiers |
Smokin’doja, composure suppose |
Oh, Menensky mobbin' |
(Menensky muthafuckin’mobbin') |
Oh, Menensky mobbin' |
Oh, Menensky mobbin' |
(Watts niggas. With Watts with muthafuckin’problems, c’mon, c’mon) |
Oh, Menensky mobbin |
Watts niggas with problems |
And the ?? |
thugs are from the projects |
We smokin’chronic with love with the gun in the glove |
Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run |
(Bizzy) |
Born to be ?, crushin’crucial, not the conflict, and b-b-b-bomb shit |
I’m on the chronic chokin’bubonic, harmonic |
Eyes blood-shot red, loc’d out like Eazy--he dead, surprise |
Fuck the Feds, fuck the bitches instead |
Step in the bedroom, I’m about to get some head soon |
She’s wet in the womb |
I’m kinda nast and mad at ya, but boom, it’s till the sun up What up, done up, shut up, it’s all in the game, it shouldn’t be painful |
Well why the fuck I feel so much pain stressin’my brain? |
Let the train pass, look at the sky, play, laugh |
With visions back in May on how I played dad |
Don’t say that and criticize yourself, I’m’a tell the truth |
Roof nigga from glock-glock, no truce, the punk enemies deadly |
And shoot if you wanna |
Smoke water, but you can die, bitch, it’s normal |
Eventually your number’s called through the portal and muthafucka fall |
Here’s a quarter to call your dogs |
Oh, Menensky mobbin' |
(Nigga, Menensky mobbin’world-muthafuckin'-wide on these hoes, c’mon!) |
Oh, Menensky mobbin' |
Oh, Menesky mobbin', Watts niggas with problems |
And the ?? |
thugs are from the projects |
Whoo! |
We’re smokin’chronic with love and the gun in the glove |
Nigga run, nigga run, nigga run |
For sure |
(Menensky niggas mobbin’world wide |
Are you down with the Menensky Tribe? |
Getready for war) |