Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How We Mob (Feat. Master P), artist - Silkk The Shocker. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
How We Mob (Feat. Master P) |
| Haha |
| Ungh! |
| Once a-muthafuckin-gain, me an my nigga Silkk |
| We gon' show y’all how we mobb |
| No Limit for life, how we do this shit |
| West Coast style nigga, from down South, to the muthafuckin hills |
| Y’all niggas better recognize, y’all better fuckin recognize |
| I’m tru to da game, Masta P’ll be da name |
| I’m in it for the money, fuck these bitches an the fame |
| Cuz when you broke bitches get ghost like sideways, |
| like gold daytons rollin up the highway |
| On my way to the town to take some cizash, |
| an if you shizort bitch you in the bizag |
| I got fifteen in the tank, on my way to Burbank |
| Fist stealin 5, ready till 5, blowin dank |
| An still tryin to make a dollar outta fifteen cents |
| Got the Cutlass full of coffee for no evidence |
| It’s a drought but I got ice cream 16 five, everyday, all day |
| hit me on the door knob |
| Cuz we be ballin, bitch we be haulin, |
| got chickens up the highway from New Orleans |
| An y’all foo’s can’t stop the real deal, |
| an when you see the Tank fool you better guard yo' grill |
| Cuz No Limit in this to win this, |
| an got a million soldiers ready to handle business |
| 6 deep is how we mobb, an we tru (Ungh!) |
| but we’ll kill if we have to |
| Been on the block in the Bay, nigga hop by the tre |
| Nigga stop at eight, early chop the cake, but not today |
| cock the K, cuz these busta ass niggas know we not to play |
| Say hello to the Richmond nigga, East Bay killa |
| Down South thrilla, quick to fill ya, wit more shells than the sea |
| More mail than the post office, |
| these lyrics an dope keep me stayin up like it was coffee |
| Now stop, pause, take a look |
| East Bay nigga crook, seven E deuce cut |
| Ready to buck on any nigga that steps up |
| I be the man, understand this, skanless niggas get fucked up |
| Number one on Billboard, bitch, y’all niggas still tryin to come up |
| Y’all niggas soup, I’m gumbo, ready to rumble, ready to tumble |
| Yo' girlfriend outta line, I’ma catch her like Columbo |
| Tongue twistin like an Uzi, y’all niggas can’t do me |
| (Boo-yah, bad man) |
| Y’all watch too many fuckin movies |