I`m a Mobsta — текст песни (The Game f Young Menace)

[Young Menace] + (The Game)
Yeah! What is it? It`s Young Menace, and the Game
(Hahaha, yeah) Stackin chips, G-Unit (Chuck Taylor)
Doublin down on who? (Compton`s young guns)
Sacramenton`s finest (Who fuckin with me?)
From Sac-Town to Compton, you dig?

[The Game]
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`ma 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

[Chorus: Young Menace]
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

[Young Menace]
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

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
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?

[Chorus]



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