Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 1 Mob , by - Joe BlowRelease date: 05.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
1 Mob |
| At least eleven people were gunned down in what has been an incredibly violent |
| three days across the bay area |
| Police say a triple shooting yesterday in San Francisco |
| Three men were found shot to death today |
| And in Oakland six people were murdered since Saturday. |
| Police are trying to |
| figure out if any of these crimes are related |
| Five shootings in the past twenty-four hours, have left one person dead |
| It was a bloody weekend in Oakland where violence claimed the lives of at least |
| four people and brought the total homicides for the year to 101 |
| I’m really stripping shit |
| Really bare-facing shit |
| When I shot my first nigga, I was loving it |
| You a sucker bitch |
| In the house tucking shit |
| Me and my niggas, on the block and we loving it |
| I’m getting money out the pack bitch |
| Riding 'round town yeah with that thirty on strap shit |
| More than one hustle, like HD |
| Riding 'round with the Sig, or the XD |
| On my hip is a G man bitch |
| The whole hood riding 'round talking free Bands bitch |
| Shout out Blood, and my nigga Philthy Rich |
| Can’t forget JA, my nigga fifty states |
| I’m trynna touch fifty states with the loud pack |
| Get in the way of that, and get yo ass stamped |
| Me and my niggas, we laid the whole spot down |
| And left out the bitch, with like sixty-five pounds |
| Yeah, they call me Lil AJ |
| I’m riding 'round in the hood with the baby AK (smack, smack) |
| Blow |
| Check a real nigga out |
| Sliding through the East, Glock on my lap |
| With my bare-face niggas so I don’t need a mask |
| Money over bitches so I only need her pass |
| And you know I’m pushing coke so I don’t really need her ass |
| Posted on the block got the chopper by the trash |
| Hit a fence and a gate every time I see the task |
| Sliding through my block, gon' be leaving in a bag |
| And I’ll put my hammer down and still beat a nigga ass |
| These niggas is suckas |
| And I put that on my mother |
| My niggas is Mob, cause them my other brothers |
| I’m ready to slide on niggas fucking with the hustle |
| And I came with thirty, but all I needed was a dozen |
| Just ask my little cousin bruh, I been with the shit |
| And you know the forty on me and I extended the clip |
| This niggas up in love but I’m sending this bitch |
| And I’m respecting every corner that I bend in the whip |
| Ay yo I rock to the neck |
| With the chop to the neck |
| Catch a nigga selling crack on his block to the neck |
| Have his momma sitting on a bitch to the neck |
| While the preacher talking all that punk shit to the neck |
| Nigga it’s the Mob |
| It’s only One Mob |
| It’s Husalah, Husalah |
| Still killing and rob |
| Bust a nigga head like a watermelon |
| When the bitches on my dick, suck me up, niggas telling |
| That’s why I stay, mobbing in my drop top |
| Wit' a long chop |
| Lil' hand thang |
| I told the bitch, to gimme a lil' head bitch |
| And at the same time bring a lil' bread bitch |
| You niggas touch kissing bitches |
| While I’m in the kitchen whipping |
| Gettin' richer and richer |
| With this big thang |
| But niggas switching up |
| That’s why this big thang |
| Got two switches on the side |
| Hitting niggas up |
| That’s one, three shot burst in this fully |
| You want no funk nigga cause I’m coming fully |
| Prepared |
| Niggas scared |
| Niggas better go to church |
| Talking with that punk shit, I’m a wipe your whole turf |
| Down, and make that shit silent |
| When you funking with the Mob nigga, it get violent |
| While you niggas on the net pushing on keyboards |
| I got this long thang mobbing, it’s the Mob boy |
| Standing on Sem, a hundred thousand in diamonds |
| Same block that a nigga used to nickel and dime in |
| Pockets full of new money |
| All these foreigns do two hundred |
| Can’t sleep, paranoid, the mattress stuffed with two hundred |
| These red bottoms that I’m rocking size forty-five |
| Nigga better know I’m rocking with this forty-five |
| Look my killer in his eye before he take my life |
| Double back on his ass, a nigga make it through the night |
| Fast ass rapping get you gunned down faster |
| We on five nine have it done before he hit |
| Young Philthy out hustling blow |
| I was really outside with them customers hoe |
| Believe none of what you hear and half of what you see |
| In the kitchen remixing turning one, two, three |
| Two shooters with me now but there’s usually three |
| Nigga I was a V you were |