Yukmouth - Mobb sh** lyrics

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Yukmouth - Mobb sh** lyrics

Uh, uh, uh. Still ain't ready yet Uh, uh, uh. n***as still ain't ready yet Uh, uh, uh Verse 1 *(Swoop G)* I hits the corner on three Daytonaz Wit a bad a** b**h brought up in Gardena, California Uh, she started tuggin, an rubbin on the Swoop I'm wastin my drink swervin in my rag 6-duce Uh, you didn't know I keep it real from head to toe I hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby loc Went to Mexico, traded it for the pecos Came back to California now it's time to roll I was 16 mane, sellin quarter keys of dank My uncle was a balla from around the way So I had the hook up Whole keys I cooked up Now all my n***as, makin major figgaz Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* Mobb sh**, the type of sh** you out committin a lick Pistol whip them n***a to d**h and have a kick And the twist cuz n***as be havin sh** Like b**hes on Set It Off, dank n***as be sniffin dark bank Mission accomplished boss crack Hard or soft livin boys and girls packin yo sh** Let it off n***as who floss out here be takin a loss It cost to be the mutha f**in Boss Playa Talks to throw away gats in the air For makin yo scratch like that there Boss Playa n***as beware The ganga-gangsta type of Luni hoolum atmosphere Fo rappin about the clothes you wear, I represent welfare No happy-happy, joy-joy It's these boys Runnin from decoys, pimpin mo b**hes than Dr. Detroit It goes down Mr. Smoke-A-Lot turnin pounds into ashes Black ski maskes n***as be gettin the pumpkin head like Cashus Clay The Yay Area smoke greenery malacious all day Eh, eh blaze Verse 3 *(Keek The Sneek)* Back in the days, when I was raised n***as got sprayed wit A's and K's I prayed to my Lord that head won't take Me over, we soldiers to fold ya like Motorola's And hit the corners I told ya the 4-4 flow will f** yo face and leave you frozen b**h you was chosen That's how it's goin the Mobb fa sho-ness Mo k**az and shady n***as to keep the click-ulation flawless f** all that other Bury yo brother Leave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under Verse 4 *(Bart)* Bash 'em other s**a, likely struck wit G's For tryin to brace Cough drops laced and you'll be laid out stunned by zae's Place the cover in a maced ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off conscience Hot traces, suicide so you really can't f** this Bringin mo heat than Rapper Bernard Lookin, micro woof tickets, bout how much to kick it that n***a hard Oh, from a s**a Fo them n***as that press they luck there In a game f**a Paralyzed caught one in the a**, punk a** Couped up in an send 'em, an jive Make n***as remember the Mobb Them other n***as ain't no kiddin 'em An it best be a bounce off Mista, Mista Hit ya, get ya, split ya That's how we sh** ya Verse 5 *(Cydal)* Parafan*lia to some Mobb members unpredicable n***as get dropped, we call the shots, smashed on sumpthin pitifull They see us comin they clear the block, our faces unforgetable The world is a ghetto, and life is a plot I'm surrounded by nimphos Givin up info On where you hide yo doe an indo Guess what you in for You bout to find out That sh** we in, we all contenders You don't know, you seen a n***a jumpin through yo window Don't even trip I confiscate this money in the name of the Mobb It's on yo b**h We'll juss pistol whip this n***a to a coma Jump in the get away ride and hit the corner Yo b**h juss got mopped (the Mobb is gonna) Yo b**h juss got mopped (the Mobb is gonna) Verse 6 *(Ager Man)* Get ready to get yo gats out n***as Fo all you wacked out n***as b**h made batched out n***as Jaw jacked out n***as I'm not gonna to patch out n***as These n***as don't really give a funk about yo snitch a** Never in yo life met a gat that blast on the streets at a lame a** b**h a** n***a No cash gettin-er Hustlin pretendin to be a gangsta Switch hittin a**, n***a too late He wanted his boy to get dumped in wit a 4 chrome that n***a ain't Dumpin on nothin Must be runnin, and duckin and dodgin in buckets Then sh**tin up in yo mutha f**in drawls Coward These b**hes I put 'em on the Mobb we gotta get gone Before a n***a cool his gun Real n***a runnin from Mobb Will throw away Glock Won't pistol go drop Never go Mobb When the 4-4 stop Will a n***a get mopped Fo restin my knot Tell 'em to get yo grill knocked out You f**in wit n***as that'll have ya noddin like ya hopped out 3 Time for the O-A-Kiz-a We folks all day Ager, Sneek an the B.A Put him in the trunk wit a bump, an we Mobb throught the Bay Verse 7 *(Swoop G)* Don't get it twisted we got restrictions n***as that witnessed family beatins From family meetins No family grievins Juss some youngstas Grew up around dirt an dope, an jelous Evil tactics To shovel up caskets, and double barrell Shotty blasted I'm knowin these s**as can't catch these bodies flowin Murders so ancient, they faces got federal cases closed And cross the game it ain't the thang Swoop G plus two G's will make them n***as for you to hang An try to be cool when Mobbin on them n***as as we reign It's Money Ova b**hes, broke the skrilla f** the fame Sight of soldiers shock the world like Rodney's girl And we ain't discussin sh** We bustin clips To makin 'em hurl Bullets makin them bustas curl An I put that on the Mobb n***a We Mobb n***as Includin everywhere we go That's how we do it Verse 8 *(Numskull)* When you see Num, you see Mobb How happly if you need job Even if you be Slobb you need not worry cuz we Mobb Slobb don't mean Blood An Cuzz don't mean Crip An Oakland is a term for broke b**hes makin grip When we sip We laid out, to drip-drip dry We be slip-slip ride Through the Town doin high-bys When the yak hit my face it's like a hamburger k** We'll be real What's the deal Uh, uh, searchin fo skrill, up here! Wit these tires burnin off like lavishly Makes it easier for me to dig out these hoes like cavities Havin these thang is like a Government task M.O.B. not searchin fo aliens we won't ask. (echos out)