Текст (слова) песни: Big Pokey and Chris Ward f D-1 - M.O.B. (Remix)

(*talking*)
Ye-yeah, what up world, it`s your boy
C. Wiggity-Whoadie-Weezy-Ward, one more `gain
Tha M.O.B. General, I`m back with the Mob boss Sensei
We got this new "Mob 4 Life" cd, we want y`all to check out
Raw and uncut, some stuff we put together for the streets to bang
From the South to the North, from the East to the West
I wanna thank all the haters (thank ya)
And ery`body else, who put forth to this here project
Roll with us on this one, one love let`s go

[Hook - 2x]
It`s M.O.B
Money Over Bullshit, you know me
Keep it low-key, what big bro told me
Them niggaz don`t know, what them niggaz don`t see

[Big Pokey]
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 axe in the hat
You know how I act in a 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 niggaz, and they edge up`s
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 mayn

[Hook - 2x]

[D-1]
In this rap game, I run through the hard and the whack
And my verses go together, like cigars in a sack
Leaving out the club hit the crack, alarm on the Lac
18`s beating, some think I got a bomb in the back
Because I`m M.O.B
Aggravated assualt, and bodily injury
To any nigga, that try to offend me
Po-Yo, C. Ward and Grim Reap`
Bitch, don`t forget Dre Day
I`m on the grind, everyday is pay day
Y`all bitch niggaz, better make way
Cause I`m some`ing like A.I., with a A.K
And to the S.U.C
H.A.W.K., and Mike D
Big Moe, Z-Ro and Keke
If it wasn`t for y`all, I wouldn`t be who I be

[Hook - 2x]

[Chris Ward]
In this rap game, I got the best scared to feature me
Cause they know that I eat up the track, just like a creature see
I spit ether, lethally
Evenly I violate, every law illegaly
I`m one of the ones, that be running the South
But I got so many connects, I even be running through the North
You think I`m lying, just ask the Boss he`ll tell ya
(C. Ward is a quiet hustler, but he`ll sell ya)
Whatever you wanna buy, or whatever you wanna try
And if you got plex (fuck you), it`s whatever you wanna die
And when the laws is on the creep, and I`m feeling the heat
A nigga dress fresh, like I`m at Dyatona`s Beach
White lenin slacks, shirt and shoes is peach
We are the definition, of Newvo Reach
That`s newly rich, we new leaders shit
C. Ward, Sensei and D-1 you bitch

[Hook - 2x]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Big Pokey and Chris Ward f D-1 - M.O.B. (Remix) (talking) Ye-yeah, what up world, it`s your boy C. Wiggity-Whoadie-Weezy-Ward, one more `gain Tha M.O.B. General, I`m back with the Mob boss Sensei We got this new "Mob 4 Life" cd, we want y`all to check out Raw and uncut, some stuff we put together for the streets to bang From the South to the North, from the East to the West I wanna thank all the haters (thank ya) And ery`body else, who put forth to this here project Roll with us on this one, one love let`s go [Hook - 2x] It`s M.O.B Money Over Bullshit, you know me Keep it low-key, what big bro told me Them niggaz don`t know, what them niggaz don`t see [Big Pokey] 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 axe in the hat You know how I act in a 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 niggaz, and they edge up`s 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 mayn [Hook - 2x] [D-1] In this rap game, I run through the hard and the whack And my verses go together, like cigars in a sack Leaving out the club hit the crack, alarm on the Lac 18`s beating, some think I got a bomb in the back Because I`m M.O.B Aggravated assualt, and bodily injury To any nigga, that try to offend me Po-Yo, C. Ward and Grim Reap` Bitch, don`t forget Dre Day I`m on the grind, everyday is pay day Y`all bitch niggaz, better make way Cause I`m some`ing like A.I., with a A.K And to the S.U.C H.A.W.K., and Mike D Big Moe, Z-Ro and Keke If it wasn`t for y`all, I wouldn`t be who I be [Hook - 2x] [Chris Ward] In this rap game, I got the best scared to feature me Cause they know that I eat up the track, just like a creature see I spit ether, lethally Evenly I violate, every law illegaly I`m one of the ones, that be running the South But I got so many connects, I even be running through the North You think I`m lying, just ask the Boss he`ll tell ya (C. Ward is a quiet hustler, but he`ll sell ya) Whatever you wanna buy, or whatever you wanna try And if you got plex (fuck you), it`s whatever you wanna die And when the laws is on the creep, and I`m feeling the heat A nigga dress fresh, like I`m at Dyatona`s Beach White lenin slacks, shirt and shoes is peach We are the definition, of Newvo Reach That`s newly rich, we new leaders shit C. Ward, Sensei and D-1 you bitch [Hook - 2x] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни M.O.B. (Remix): http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/23386.html Все тексты песен: Big Pokey and Chris Ward f D-1 » Big Pokey and Chris Ward f D-1 - M.O.B. (Remix) Рекомендуем скачать: » Nerf Herder - High Five Anxiety » Nocturnal Rites - Vengeance » Neil Young - Kinda Fonda Wanda » Nazareth - Let Me Be Your Dog » Napalm Death - 23 As The Machine Rolls On » Nelson - What`s In A Name » Nickelback - where do i hide \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Nasum - Blind World » Nickelback - Old Enough » Nothingface - cant wait for violence \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Napalm Death - Reflect The Conflict » Next - Intro » Nerf Herder - You`re Gonna Be The One Who`s Sorry » Neros Rome - If You`d Listen » Nirvana - big cheese \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Neneh Cherry - Feel it » Newsboys - Stay With Me (German) » Natalie Cole - (I`ve Seen) Paradise » Necrophobic - The Unhallowed » Necrophobic - Nailing The Holy One
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