Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mobbin' Through My Hood, artist - Tru. Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Mobbin' Through My Hood |
| Mobb’n Thru Da Hood, 6 Deep, Hoo Ridin' Up To No Good |
| Rollin thru Richmond in my six-fo' |
| clockin the cash, rollin them Vogues |
| Called Master P to get tha scoop |
| Po-po's on my tail, got a gangsta flu |
| I ain’t goin back to tha staff of chief |
| I stand a better chance holdin court on the streets |
| Watch how I mash on this white chump |
| front back side 2 side on a speed bump |
| I say,"gotta come n get me."with a 350 |
| Roar like a lion, high speed on a tipsy |
| Straight to the highway, straight to the biway |
| Six deep in the car goin sideways |
| I wanna mobb thru my hood, but I’m feelin kinda tipsy |
| I see my future as a gypsy |
| I see tha picture but it aint all clear |
| but I know one thing, I’m not supposed to be here |
| Tha phone rang, collect call from the city |
| Seems C-Murder told me to come get him, so you know I had to floss |
| almost got shortstopped by a cop, so I had to hide my glock |
| Pull down my beanie, so he can’t see me, disappear like a genie |
| Cuz it’s a everyday thangs where I hangs |
| at the Rich where I livez, at tha place where I slangs |
| at Mobb’n Thru tha East Bay, each day |
| R-I-C-H-M-O-N-D, to tha CA |
| where tha playaz be hangin, |
| but I can’t ride slow cuz my hood |
| aint 9−0-2, 1 to tha 0. |
| And I be puttin in work, Mobb’n Thru Da Hood, |
| have my deez spinnin like the earth |
| Comin up in the Rich', rollin up through the darkness |
| grew up in this land where these killers be like heartless |
| Ease on down tha yellow brick road |
| I keep my nine cocked and ready to unload |
| Cause all that they got luv for me Cash is more important than the RICM’s |
| Now as I flex and floss floss it and flex it Big Ed keeps his eyes open in the intersection |
| Let’s see where your heart is at but mine is in right exact tha G-Spot |
| Cause I got the click that fools can’t get |
| But, can you feel me thru my illness and sickness |
| My team is Cali C, that makes it quick to handle my business |
| If you wantsta deal with me, you gotsta deal wit 16 rounds ya see |
| C-Murder Mobb’n thru da hood, a young G like me ballin |
| Top down, I can hear them hoochies callin |
| Wanna get with me, wanna do me but I ain’t trippin so fire up the doobie |
| I thank god, I’m not in a casket |
| Just the other day, another brother got blasted |
| Comin up, tryna get bigger |
| but I ain’t goin down, like Mary J, I get richer |
| Master P Ya, Master P, that TRU click |
| No Limit Records, Mobb’n Thru Da Hood |
| like that 500 SCL |
| Watch them vogue tires smoke fool… |