Lyrics Mob Style Muzik - San Quinn

Mob Style Muzik

Mob shit
Right back at you mayn tape two
The young baby boy San Quinn
Oh the hustle continues mayn
It goes down
Mm
Just when you thought it was safe to put them tapes out ha ha ha ha
Yeah mayn that mob shit
It ain’t nothin' like (It ain’t nothin' like)
It ain’t nothin' like, mob style music
Skeet skirtin' through the turf, never cruisin'
In the bay, that’s the way that we (do it)
It ain’t nothin' like (It ain’t nothin' like)
It ain’t nothin' like, mob style music
Skeet skirtin' through the turf, never cruisin'
In the bay, that’s the way that we (do it)
Bouncin' out my hitch on the bay bridge
Lookin' at the fog, when it’s foggy it be dangerous
Exit and don’t fail see my tail in the feed
P and swell, sip for jewells and hella G’s
Out on the visit there o headed up haze
Amaze, Rolex, fall face thousand dollar in rings (ha ha ha)
In the city where the gays' got more justice than blacks
Young hustlas are strapped, can’t afford to take a nap
Say my eyes wide open, scopin out the perimeter
Feelin' out the area, Fillmoe, Stereo
Windin' down in a half, we hittin' china town
Lookin' for the chyna now, what about half a pound
Cut it down, tre-ways, one love to belo
Niggas velvet striped but what about the sequel?
Part two, hard to, by my past in retaliation
With no hesitation, step toward the confrontation
Reactin' we all packin' livin' the life of a timer
Put my money on the nine and send my dick to the vagina
I see the same ho’s in the same clothes, try to mangle
But I don’t tangle with stank ho’s (Stank Ho’s)
Bankrolls what I be about, on another mission
Addiction, to position big pimpin'
No convictions or priors, fuck a police
Legal they know me with my illegal homie on the city streets nigga
It ain’t nothin' like (It ain’t nothin' like)
It ain’t nothin' like, mob style music
Skeet skirtin' through the turf, never cruisin'
In the bay, that’s the way that we (do it)
Way of life is stayin' tight, fifty gang close near
With my eyes on riches, like the thighs on bitches
Seven digit figures, while niggas struggle to stack a gram
With rope and sack in hand, say you can not be the man
Crack forever but dope fiends recoverin'
The niggas hustlin is sufferin' no longer doubled in dollars
Troubled and turnin' down nothin but collars
Coppin' the powder from these cowards attitude sour
See a ninety-six caddy and north-star system and
Rememberin' when dividends was different then
Ten years done passed, eighty-six to ninety-six
Kicks, ounces, quarters, and crumbs in the slums gettin' slung
Many homies still on project steps over reputation
On conversation, no debatin' shit is illiac
On the track with a real, block to block
Glock to Glock, niggas kill, will you pop
Or lose your dome in the danger zone
Make a nigga change his home
Put his trust in his chrome piece instead of his homies
The city is shitty as diarrhea, I’ma be right here In my riot gear G’d up
It ain’t nothin' like (It ain’t nothin' like)
It ain’t nothin' like, mob style music
Skeet skirtin' through the turf, never cruisin'
In the bay, that’s the way that we (do it)
It ain’t nothin' like (It ain’t nothin' like)
It ain’t nothin' like, mob style music
Skeet skirtin' through the turf, never cruisin'
In the bay, that’s the way that we (do it)
In the bay, that’s the way that we (do it)
Game recognize game, in the bay mayn
Yeah that mob shit
Oh it goes down in this part of town
I thought you know
One love to the get low playas mayn
To all the real get low playas you know what I’m sayin'
My boy, ha ha ha
Yeah mayn better know as rack skerz
It’s goin' down nineteen ninety-six that G shit
This mob style music
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