Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mobbin, artist - Rasheed
Date of issue: 27.03.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Mobbin |
Its for my mob figgas |
My mob figgas |
My dolla billas |
And my dope dealas |
Guerillas |
And killas getting jigga |
From city to city |
We be runnin wit no pity |
Niggas that’s thinkin they witty |
Be endin up in the gutter shitty |
Be dying for kitty cat |
Petty like pity pat |
In a city that don’t give a damn |
About you less you clockin grands |
Understand |
That’s game |
That’s the game gone till be till the end of time |
Whether you dealin, exortin, killin, or writin rhymes |
Me and my clicka slicka |
Me rujer that’s me chicka |
Me love to finga freaka |
So listen to her speaka |
We burnin down the block |
And boilin the blood that it bleed |
Ya boy Rasheed |
Blazin the bomb weed |
Let me proceed |
To lace em up enterprise |
Center ya eyes |
On the prize |
No matta the size |
Wise guys workin my franchise |
Hatas despise |
Seein us rise |
Capitalize while they fantasize |
You gotta be that Miro Miro Miro |
I mean the boss maan |
For that you gotta have alota balls maan |
Killa assassin like Sicily |
Sneaky sicillian |
Meet me at the pavillion |
Sippin on hen twisted with lime and gin |
These bitches they hoppin on them players |
Makin mail in this game they coochie poppin |
And wanna lay us |
Wicked widows wit bodies that a make you leave ya wife |
Soon as she get you you turn your back |
She stab you wit a knife |
We keep it bumpin |
Never lovin these hoes scrubbin |
That’s the way it goes when you dealin wit pros |
Stay playaistic |
Or get it twisted |
That’s the motto |
Keep it calm and pop anotha champagne bottle |
And let’s get fucked up everyday like it’s a celebration |
Bangin that music from the speaker givin good vibrations |
And put the funk in the air |
We got the skunk ova here |
Future millionares tellin the coppers we |
Blaze one for the nation |
No playahation |
And buck a shot in ya location |
Pleasure and pain |
So many years gotta deal wit the aggravated mind |
Time is money |
But the money is so addicted to me |
It’s just history |
From shit I be kickin so wickedly |
Now that we elevated it’s a changin of time |
Dirty nigga from the slums of the Philadel |
La connecta wit Mexicanoes in Texas it’s burnin hell |
We hot, hot, hot |
Don’t fuck around we chop chop |
Shit down from A Town |
Saviola wit the A.K. in the baby srtolla |
Slangin birds wion the Internet |
Commit murder through Motorola’s |
Illegal means makin money |
By any means necessary |
Crossin the bosses we ain’t leavin no commentary |
But cemetaries two elevens and one eight sevens |
Bad habits cause homie I gotta have it |
Spittin bullets of the D.A. and the crooked popo |
BAAAAANG another WETBLACK logo |