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    "M.O.B." Lyrics

    Big Pokey

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    Uh, ha, straight up, Sensei ha
    2000 and 2 ha, ha
    It go down, S.U.C. for real
    Mobstyle for life, uh nigga

    And it's M.O.B., money
    Over bullshit, you know me
    Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
    A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see

    And it's M.O.B., money
    Over bullshit, you know me
    Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
    A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see

    In this rap game I come, from the back of the pack
    Now they respect my work, like I'm packing a mack
    Everytime I sound check, I'm cracking the deck
    On track split wigs, like a x in the hat
    You know how I act in the Lac, I'm a hog
    T.V.'s back in the back, got to fall
    Texas boys crawl, like a nigga with his legs cut
    K bullets hit niggas, and they edge up
    Pay attention, focus nigga
    Third, Fourth and Fifth Ward rogus nigga
    4-4, Southwest vaulters nigga
    Better have that on your mind, when you approach us nigga
    A bitch'll jump fly, when they dose your hitter
    You G about it, be about it, you supposed to get her
    I get a broad pimp of grain, I need to be in the Pimp of Fame
    They think it's hard, but it's simple man

    And it's M.O.B., money
    Over bullshit, you know me
    Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
    A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see

    And it's M.O.B., money
    Over bullshit, you know me
    Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
    A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see

    I'm a gangsta, and I'm out of control
    Drink wrecking ice cold, but my vaults on swoll
    Pay the toll when you pass, it's the bill collector
    Cocaine disector, come with Hannibal Lector
    Tell the visual projector, when I'm watching a flick
    I reckon need to had your chick, cause I got paper to get
    Hundred miles per hour, slowing down my viders
    Stampede the stateline, flood the booth with powder
    I'm balling nigga, three hundred-sixty degrees
    In the streets shedding cheese, you better recognize g's
    Hollow T-I-P's, choppers and barettas
    Fucking with my cheddar, I wet up niggas sweaters
    Young in the game, crunching on niggas like ab work
    And I'ma chase my paper stacks, till my calves hurt
    Feel that, take it from a real cat
    Or be a fool run up, and get your wig peeled back

    And it's M.O.B., money
    Over bullshit, you know me
    Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
    A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see

    And it's M.O.B., money
    Over bullshit, you know me
    Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
    A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see

    Pay attention cause you listening, to one of the rawest
    Cold as a meat locker, which as being I'm flawless
    Attitude hoggest, mentality doggest
    I pimp my bone, once from August to August
    I'm an animal, in the booth I'm a cannibal
    With a appetite like Hannibal, bitch I'm flammable
    I'm bout to lock it up, beneath the key
    S-E-N-S-E-I, that's me
    Get ready for three minutes, of constant head rushing
    Crushing mice, it's a verbal head busting
    I'm a mic ripper, plus a motherfucking bike flipper
    When I'm on the damn mic nigga
    I'm the real deal, like Evander
    Something boys really can't handle, pull my scandal
    Uh, uncut cocaine
    Putting pressure on your brain, man

    And it's M.O.B., money
    Over bullshit, you know me
    Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
    A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see

    And it's M.O.B., money
    Over bullshit, you know me
    Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
    A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see

    And it's M.O.B., money
    Over bullshit, you know me
    Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
    A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see

    And it's M.O.B., money
    Over bullshit, you know me
    Keep it low key, what a nigga told me
    A nigga don't know, what a nigga don't see
    This song was submitted on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Anthony Banks, B. Sonny, Bruce Washington, Curtis W. Couthon, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Tyruss Gerald Himes, Yafeu A. Fula.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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