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The Luniz - Mobb Shit lyrics
Uh, uh, uh. Still ain't ready yet. Uh, uh, uh. Niggaz still ain't ready yet. Uh, uh, uh. Verse 1 *(Swoop G)* I hits the corner on three Daytonaz wit a bad ass bitch 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 niggaz, makin major figgaz. Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* Mobb shit, the type of shit you out committin a lick pistol whip them nigga to death and have a kick and the twist cuz niggaz be havin shit like bitches on Set It Off, dank niggaz be sniffin dark bank mission accomplished boss crack hard or soft livin boys and girls packin yo shit let it off niggaz who floss out here be takin a loss it cost to be the mutha fuckin Boss Playa talks to throw away gats in the air for makin yo scratch like that there Boss Playa niggaz 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 bitches than Dr. Detroit it goes down Mr. Smoke-A-Lot turnin pounds into ashes black ski maskes niggaz 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 niggaz got sprayed wit Ac |
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