Mobbin' Through My Hood Lyrics
| Song | Mobbin' Through My Hood |
| Artist | Tru |
| Album | Best Of Tru (Edited) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Big Ed, C Murder ... | |
| Mobbin thru my hood | |
| (master p) | |
| Uh huh, all y'all tru playaz get ya handz in the air | |
| Let's mobb, tru style, untouchable, check it out | |
| (chorus) | |
| Mobb'n thru da hood, 6 deep, hoo ridin' up to no good | |
| Mobb'n thru da hood, 6 deep, hoo ridin' up to no good | |
| (king george) | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| (silkk) | |
| 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 (*3x fading*) | |
| Chorus | |
| (big ed) | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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.. |
| zuo ci : Big Ed, C Murder ... | |
| Mobbin thru my hood | |
| master p | |
| Uh huh, all y' all tru playaz get ya handz in the air | |
| Let' s mobb, tru style, untouchable, check it out | |
| chorus | |
| Mobb' n thru da hood, 6 deep, hoo ridin' up to no good | |
| Mobb' n thru da hood, 6 deep, hoo ridin' up to no good | |
| king george | |
| Rollin thru richmond in my sixfo' | |
| Clockin the cash, rollin them vogues | |
| Called master p to get tha scoop | |
| Popo' 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| silkk | |
| 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 cmurder 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 | |
| Richmond, to tha ca | |
| Where tha playaz be hangin, | |
| But i can' t ride slow cuz my hood | |
| Aint 902, 1 to tha 0. | |
| And i be puttin in work, mobb' n thru da hood, | |
| Have my deez spinnin like the earth 3x fading | |
| Chorus | |
| big ed | |
| 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 gspot | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Cmurder 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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.. |
| zuò cí : Big Ed, C Murder ... | |
| Mobbin thru my hood | |
| master p | |
| Uh huh, all y' all tru playaz get ya handz in the air | |
| Let' s mobb, tru style, untouchable, check it out | |
| chorus | |
| Mobb' n thru da hood, 6 deep, hoo ridin' up to no good | |
| Mobb' n thru da hood, 6 deep, hoo ridin' up to no good | |
| king george | |
| Rollin thru richmond in my sixfo' | |
| Clockin the cash, rollin them vogues | |
| Called master p to get tha scoop | |
| Popo' 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| silkk | |
| 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 cmurder 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 | |
| Richmond, to tha ca | |
| Where tha playaz be hangin, | |
| But i can' t ride slow cuz my hood | |
| Aint 902, 1 to tha 0. | |
| And i be puttin in work, mobb' n thru da hood, | |
| Have my deez spinnin like the earth 3x fading | |
| Chorus | |
| big ed | |
| 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 gspot | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| Cmurder 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 | |
| Chorus | |
| 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.. |
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