I'm tryin to hear some of that MOBB
Make it sound like a gorilla tryin to get up out the trunk
(Yeah, well let's get this s*** crackin then)
Super duper super duper, trunk rattlin
(That's what I'm talkin 'bout)
Old school, in the basement
(Some s*** for the f***** trunk n****)
Magazine Street, Hillside type
(This is what we do, all day like this n****!)
Mobb s*** now!
(Get this s*** crackin den n****!)
It's a drought on
(f*** now!)
BEOTCH!
What you holla? What you say? What dey know?
What dey know about this, so what dey know?
What dey know about this, so what dey know?
BEOTCH! Now...
Strictly mobb, strictly mobb
I might be rich and I rap, but sheeeyit
A hundred dollars worth of food stamps for $45 dollars
n**** fat, I wasn't fin' to b*** on that
I stay on stuff, f*** a cup, I likes to drink out the bottle
Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald Duck ? secure my novel
When, I was fifteen years old
Straight dope game, I was told
I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin they body
n**** that's how it's supposed to be By Nature cause I'm Naughty Naughty
La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to pull triggers
We do cause trouble cause we dump on n*****
Yeah, I'm Just a Hustler, remember that? Mr. Flamboyant 1989
Down and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, D-Shot the Shot Caller
My little sista Suga T Sprinkle Me on the money motivated mission
Tryin to have it In a Major Way after I was on the late night grind
Strapped with nines and Desert Eagles, me and my weeples
come deeper than them skinny b******, crept on us not too long ago
Sold our Lexuses and went back to the Cutlass Supreme
Buster demand they Zima's and forked toes
Starwise, with the helicopter knockoffs
My down South thugs call em elbows, turnin heads
with the personalized license plates with the tremendous b**p
f***** they nose, fakin them domes
Breakin and shakin the neighborhood up, disturbin homes
Ridin on rims *tires peeling out*
Reyimmms, slidin through stopsigns, just like them action films
Watch me no cost to pay off my speeding tickets and fines
Giving myself up to the Elroy's
Doing time on the weekends, all up in the county writin rhymes
It's just some s***, some s*** that you can ride to
Some s***, some s*** for you to smoke to
Some s***, some s*** that you can f*** to
Some s***, some s*** I can relate to
Chorus:
It's just some s***, some s*** that you can ride to
Some s***, some s*** for you to smoke to
Some s***, some s*** that you can f*** to
Some s***, some s*** I can relate to
It's just some s*** that you can listen to, one mo' gen
Make you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin
Some s*** to make a n**** Practice Lookin Hard
Some s*** for all my folkers on the Boulevard
It's traditional, heavy a** s*** for the mobb
I got more bass in my rock, than Third Eye Blind
Forty-Wata-Wata main don't tell me you gonna resign
It's too early for this, dude you in your prime!
I said -- no not me, I won't stop
I'ma do it for my n**** Tupac
Sober see, that can't be
I been pervin all day since six o'clock
I pull a bootch like a bad tooth
with the cheapest EconoLodge a n**** like me can find
Drop her a** off out in the middle of nowhere next to a phone booth
stranded freezin to death... empty handed can it
Stubborn hella hard to reason with
It's game orienfested, let me explain it
I know they say that I been, givin up too much game
But I'ma teach ya how to blossom with my new invention
You might wanna pay attention
I used to sell Kirby vacumn cleaners but I wasn't a punk
I worked at Mickey D's (what did you make) Employee of the Month
Livin above my means -- m*********** that's a bald-faced lie
Po-po's raid, I got an alibi
Shot my first video for $20 bucks, m***********
Some cheap s***, Marriot's Great America
Mean Green hooked me up down South
Made a name for myself by word of mouth
Chorus
Hah... oh what dey know?
Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know?
Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know?
BEOTCH!!
Hella..
The board of weebleizations up in this m***********
The board of weebleizations
Head Above Water productions
Collaborated with my m*********** n****, Sam Bosstigili
Professor Bosstigili up on this b**** a** m*********** track
f***** they nose up like this
Where that n**** Sojourn at, whattup boy?
Chorus
BEOTCH! With this here, we mobbin out
We mobbin out, Suga T (ay whassup gurl?)
D-Shot (D-Shot ???)
B-Legit up in this m*********** (Yo E-Feezee main!)
Young Muggzy, Keveo (YOU, KNOW!)
Tap that a** Celly Cel (Whassup, whassup n****!)
My n**** Big Bone Tyrone (Big Buddha!!)
D-Day from A-1
They doin it like that down they b**** a**
The Resevoir HOGGS up in this m***********!
(All day smashin)
There go Max and that n**** Parlay
LeVitti the R&B singer on they b**** a**
gonna f*** they nose with that mobb s***
f***** they head like that
My little young cousin Mac Mall up in this b****
from the V-Town n**** I thought you thought all the time
up in they, b**** a** tall can B (Sic-Wid-It n****!)
Cousin C-Bo
That n**** Otis and Shug singin
I hope I don't go back to slangin llello on they b**** a**
Cousin Lil Bruce, Mac Shon
That n**** K-1, Gino
Smitty, The Funk Mobb up in this b**** a** m***********
f***** they heads up like this
V-Town n**** Millersville I thought you thought
(Uh-huh)
Yeah my cousins n**** Down-n-Dirty
Kamikaze and the Mobb Unit b****
I thought THEY THOUGHT!!
..
BEOTCH!!
Make it sound like a gorilla tryin to get up out the trunk
(Yeah, well let's get this s*** crackin then)
Super duper super duper, trunk rattlin
(That's what I'm talkin 'bout)
Old school, in the basement
(Some s*** for the f***** trunk n****)
Magazine Street, Hillside type
(This is what we do, all day like this n****!)
Mobb s*** now!
(Get this s*** crackin den n****!)
It's a drought on
(f*** now!)
BEOTCH!
What you holla? What you say? What dey know?
What dey know about this, so what dey know?
What dey know about this, so what dey know?
BEOTCH! Now...
Strictly mobb, strictly mobb
I might be rich and I rap, but sheeeyit
A hundred dollars worth of food stamps for $45 dollars
n**** fat, I wasn't fin' to b*** on that
I stay on stuff, f*** a cup, I likes to drink out the bottle
Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald Duck ? secure my novel
When, I was fifteen years old
Straight dope game, I was told
I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin they body
n**** that's how it's supposed to be By Nature cause I'm Naughty Naughty
La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to pull triggers
We do cause trouble cause we dump on n*****
Yeah, I'm Just a Hustler, remember that? Mr. Flamboyant 1989
Down and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, D-Shot the Shot Caller
My little sista Suga T Sprinkle Me on the money motivated mission
Tryin to have it In a Major Way after I was on the late night grind
Strapped with nines and Desert Eagles, me and my weeples
come deeper than them skinny b******, crept on us not too long ago
Sold our Lexuses and went back to the Cutlass Supreme
Buster demand they Zima's and forked toes
Starwise, with the helicopter knockoffs
My down South thugs call em elbows, turnin heads
with the personalized license plates with the tremendous b**p
f***** they nose, fakin them domes
Breakin and shakin the neighborhood up, disturbin homes
Ridin on rims *tires peeling out*
Reyimmms, slidin through stopsigns, just like them action films
Watch me no cost to pay off my speeding tickets and fines
Giving myself up to the Elroy's
Doing time on the weekends, all up in the county writin rhymes
It's just some s***, some s*** that you can ride to
Some s***, some s*** for you to smoke to
Some s***, some s*** that you can f*** to
Some s***, some s*** I can relate to
Chorus:
It's just some s***, some s*** that you can ride to
Some s***, some s*** for you to smoke to
Some s***, some s*** that you can f*** to
Some s***, some s*** I can relate to
It's just some s*** that you can listen to, one mo' gen
Make you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin
Some s*** to make a n**** Practice Lookin Hard
Some s*** for all my folkers on the Boulevard
It's traditional, heavy a** s*** for the mobb
I got more bass in my rock, than Third Eye Blind
Forty-Wata-Wata main don't tell me you gonna resign
It's too early for this, dude you in your prime!
I said -- no not me, I won't stop
I'ma do it for my n**** Tupac
Sober see, that can't be
I been pervin all day since six o'clock
I pull a bootch like a bad tooth
with the cheapest EconoLodge a n**** like me can find
Drop her a** off out in the middle of nowhere next to a phone booth
stranded freezin to death... empty handed can it
Stubborn hella hard to reason with
It's game orienfested, let me explain it
I know they say that I been, givin up too much game
But I'ma teach ya how to blossom with my new invention
You might wanna pay attention
I used to sell Kirby vacumn cleaners but I wasn't a punk
I worked at Mickey D's (what did you make) Employee of the Month
Livin above my means -- m*********** that's a bald-faced lie
Po-po's raid, I got an alibi
Shot my first video for $20 bucks, m***********
Some cheap s***, Marriot's Great America
Mean Green hooked me up down South
Made a name for myself by word of mouth
Chorus
Hah... oh what dey know?
Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know?
Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know?
BEOTCH!!
Hella..
The board of weebleizations up in this m***********
The board of weebleizations
Head Above Water productions
Collaborated with my m*********** n****, Sam Bosstigili
Professor Bosstigili up on this b**** a** m*********** track
f***** they nose up like this
Where that n**** Sojourn at, whattup boy?
Chorus
BEOTCH! With this here, we mobbin out
We mobbin out, Suga T (ay whassup gurl?)
D-Shot (D-Shot ???)
B-Legit up in this m*********** (Yo E-Feezee main!)
Young Muggzy, Keveo (YOU, KNOW!)
Tap that a** Celly Cel (Whassup, whassup n****!)
My n**** Big Bone Tyrone (Big Buddha!!)
D-Day from A-1
They doin it like that down they b**** a**
The Resevoir HOGGS up in this m***********!
(All day smashin)
There go Max and that n**** Parlay
LeVitti the R&B singer on they b**** a**
gonna f*** they nose with that mobb s***
f***** they head like that
My little young cousin Mac Mall up in this b****
from the V-Town n**** I thought you thought all the time
up in they, b**** a** tall can B (Sic-Wid-It n****!)
Cousin C-Bo
That n**** Otis and Shug singin
I hope I don't go back to slangin llello on they b**** a**
Cousin Lil Bruce, Mac Shon
That n**** K-1, Gino
Smitty, The Funk Mobb up in this b**** a** m***********
f***** they heads up like this
V-Town n**** Millersville I thought you thought
(Uh-huh)
Yeah my cousins n**** Down-n-Dirty
Kamikaze and the Mobb Unit b****
I thought THEY THOUGHT!!
..
BEOTCH!!