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(c'mon G) |
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[JD]Police, eat a dick straight up |
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Look here you little god damn nigger, your not gafflin nobody |
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You fuckin understand me |
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(kick his ass) |
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That's right, get down on the god damn ground now |
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Fuckin move now |
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(Let me take a shot at him) |
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We're gonna do you like King |
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[JD]What god damn King |
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Rodney King, Martin Luther King |
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and all the other god damn King's from Africa |
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[JD]Look out motherfucker |
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*gun shots* |
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[Ice Cube] |
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God damn, the bigger the cap the bigger the peelin |
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And when dealin with the Lench Mob you gots to know |
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Steady Mobbin is not just the name of this jam, but a way of life |
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Bound together by motherfuckers that's known |
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to break em off somethin, give it to me |
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Four or five niggaz in a mothership |
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Better known as a goose and we all wanna smother shit |
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Bent, front and back glass got tint |
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Tryin to get our hands on some dollars and cents |
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And fools can't hold us |
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Every chance we get, we hittin up the rollers |
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Comin up short of the green guys |
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And I might start slangin bean pies |
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Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month |
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With 'U Can't Touch This' on the front |
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I'm bout to get rich |
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Cause life ain't nuttin but money and fuck a bitch |
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They drop like dominoes |
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And if you didn't know, Ice Cube got drama hoes |
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So after the screwin |
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I bust a nut and get up and put on my white Ewings |
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I'm out the do' |
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All you might get is a rubber on the floor |
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Cause I'm ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti |
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Bitch, cause I'm steady mobbin |
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Bustin caps in the mix |
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Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six |
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Cause I'm gettin major |
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Fuck Pac Tel, move to Sky Pager |
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Told all my friends |
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Don't drink 8 Ball, cause St. Ide's is givin ends |
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Fools get drunk and wanna compete |
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Slapboxin in the street |
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Niggaz get mad, tempers are flarin |
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cause they got a few bitches starin |
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Just for the nappy heads |
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But scandalous bitches, make for happy Feds |
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I'm making my duty to cuss em |
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out, cause I just don't trust em |
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And if you tell on me I'm bombin on Betty |
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Bitch shoulda known I was steady mobbin |
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Since one-time so hot |
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Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the glock |
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And I'm rollin on rims |
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Eating soul food, and neckbones from M&M's |
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Grumblin like a motherfucker |
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Greasy-ass lips, now I gots to take a shit |
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Saw Sir Jinx bailin' |
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When I hit a left, I moved felon, 'Whattup loc?' |
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Don't you know that niggaz get smoked |
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That take they life for a joke, get in nigga |
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I take you to the pad zoom |
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Went to mom's house and dropped a load in the bathroom |
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Jumped back in my low rider |
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Comin out feelin about ten pounds lighter |
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Went to Bone's house so I can get the gat |
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Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at |
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Lench Mob ain't nuttin but tramps |
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But hoes lickin us like stamps |
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One fool brought the music for the yams |
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But Ice Cube had more amps, get in bitch |
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Cause I had the jam on |
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And I don't want to hear shit about a tampon |
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Give me the nappy and make me happy |
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The hoe said 'Pappy could you slap me |
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on the ass hard and fast |
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and could please try not to leave a gash?' |
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I said yeah, but I don't play sex |
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When I'm putting on the latex |
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Slipped on the condom |
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Fucked around and dropped the bomb son |
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And it came out sort of like confetti |
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In for the night, no longer steady mobbin |