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