Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mobstas, artist - Young MennaceDate of issue: 10.09.2007
Song language: English
Mobstas |
| Yo, yo, now ain’t no tellin what the Game’ll do, listen dawg |
| I blow the guts out the dutch and do the same to you |
| And just to get shit crackin, I drop the toaster |
| Grab the Louis go Sammy Sosa |
| And you ain’t gotta know me to know that, I hop out a new pink Rolls |
| With the fifty-two Pete Rose throwback |
| Haze in my eyes, listen to Bobby Womack |
| On the same corner where Eazy-E sold coke at |
| And dawg I’mma test your education |
| What do I mean when I say I move more birds than migration? |
| I’m the nigga that’ll smoke the purple, get high as a kite |
| Down half the Goose then choke your workers |
| Don’t make me put two in your shirt, dawg I put in the work |
| Then move bags like Doony & Bert |
| And stuff work in the GMC, cause on my block |
| I’m the King of Rock like Run-D.M.C., nigga |
| I’m a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper |
| That’ll pop ya and put one through ya motherfuckin collar |
| I’m a mobster, Robin Hood’s like Kevin Costner |
| If ya fuck with my dollars I’ll make you swallow my daughters |
| I’m a mobster, I keep a bitch by my waist |
| Just in case I gotta draw down to get this big face |
| I’m a mobster, uh-huh, yeh-yeah |
| I’m a mobster, uh-huh, yeh-yeah |
| Shhhhh. |
| I got a lot to say |
| Dawg I gotta get paid that’s why I rock the lle' |
| And chop the lle' to push bricks through your block a day |
| I’ll bring terror to your squad and make you rock away |
| Don’t depend on tomorrow you can get shot today |
| I’ll spit acid on your turf and watch your block decay |
| Dawg I spit on your grave and fertilize you too |
| I hit 'em hard with 16 bars, flames and fumes |
| Somebody needs to push your infant rap back in the womb |
| Go 'head and keep talkin that shit and get your life consumed |
| I put a hole in your chest dawg the size of the moon |
| Yeah you musta been talkin, how’d you get out that soon? |
| (You fuckin snitch!) I got a chop that’ll touch yo' head like Vidal Sassoon |
| You don’t wanna see my platoon, I got gorillas and baboons |
| That won’t hesitate, they gon' do what they have to |
| When there’s beef on the streets it’s on for life like tattoos |
| It don’t matter what season, it don’t matter not a day |
| I move traffic through the city, plus I keep the right of way |
| I’m on point like Bibby, I’m the leader of the team mayne |
| Got the whole city amped just like a Lakers versus Kings game |
| Everybody’s fired up, I drop major packages |
| I’m never doin bids because my game is so immaculate |
| A bitch try to snitch, «I Can’t Deny It» like Fabolous |
| Before the evidence gatherin, someone’s in an ambulance |
| Now that’ll learn you to keep your big mouth shut |
| Those with big mouths I got the perfect size nuts |
| Yeah I do my dirt, but I wash my hands thoroughly |
| Handle my business first so I can celebrate early |
| It’s business before pleasure my business brings me pleasure |
| It feels good to be able to shine, in any type of weather |
| That’s why I do what I gotta do so my money’s lookin tight |
| Whether I’m jukin on the block or have bitches hookin lights y’know? |