Berner, B-Real, B-Legit - Mob lyrics

Uh, I do it for the mob
A hundred-forty large for my car, oh my god
Funky feels with the raw
Brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob
Yeah, I'm always on my job
I do it for my squad
I do it for the stones on my
Wrist without a flaw
High speed with the laws
I brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob

This shit is super tasty
I'm super rich I'm lazy i got a cribanazy
I filled it up with babies
I bought a new Mercedes
Escorts work and pay me
Gold chains like a dope boy in the 80's



Five-fifty doin' 80 on the 101 on the daily
God damn, this life so crazy
Shot in the world, comment Hailee
Go ahead sip your bailey's
This flower just goi'n fail me
I got that lemon tree, bossed out
Kevin Spacey

Good weed, pretty girls, coke white
Candy pearl leather in my space ship
Tell me I can have the world

Raw papers with the swirl glass tip Mr earl
Funky feels and my papers
Bern might grab your girl

Uh, I do it for the mob
A hundred-forty large for my car, oh my god
Funky feels with the raw
Brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob
Yeah, I'm always on my job
I do it for my squad
I do it for the stones on my
Wrist without a flaw
High speed with the laws
I brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob

She's rollin' with the Doctor
Like Bonny and Clyde just rid'n every ride
You want to see these packs
Hold down lookin' at a smile
I don't know why she can't resist
She's got the burning feeling inside
She want to twist on me, want to hit some
We got to get some fire by

Big Bern stay ready if it go down
Whole body just covered in gold now
Buy a whole pound, in the streets, back seat
Uh chillin' in a smoke cloud
Yeah, and that money keep comin' in
Roll with my day ones, smoke till my day come
Dope like A1, roll up, blaze some

Y'all can't fuck with us
Untouch you way to close you toast
We high up and high as fuck
Brain cells fuck'n toast

Light cream envelope
Light weed smell like soap
Hold it in till you choke, top shelf
Cut your throat

Uh, I do it for the mob
A hundred-forty large for my car, oh my god
Funky feels with the raw
Brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob
Yeah, I'm always on my job
I do it for my squad
I do it for the stones on my
Wrist without a flaw
High speed with the laws
I brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob

Bitch I got a problem always I be mobbin'
Ain't no way to stop him
He got guns, he goin pop ‘em
Then I'm goin' shopping for
That new Rolls Royce
I'm around and you ain't really got no choice
Shit moist, out of su su, my uncle garage
Get a nick for every pic
You got a good trim job
See I mob, but I'm breathing
DABS got me leaning
Allergies, I'm sneezing gets some
Ounces to reason
Money on the floor, dirt up in my raw
Blonde little hippy, biggest rig I ever saw
And we respect the law, cards up our wallets
Number on the bottom, that's my lawyer
You can call it
Fuck alcoholic, OD on some trees
I put up twenty lights, make some shatter
Out them leaves Xanies over ease
That shit from overseas
Mobbin' from in the West
She like that California breeze

Uh, I do it for the mob
A hundred-forty large for my car, oh my god
Funky feels with the raw
Brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob
Yeah, I'm always on my job
I do it for my squad
I do it for the stones on my
Wrist without a flaw
High speed with the laws
I brought a pound lets burn it all
I'm always on my job
Yeah, I do it for the mob