E-40 - Movin' Organized Business (M.O.B.) lyrics
[E-40 - Movin' Organized Business M.O.B. lyrics]
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
I was talkin' to one of my
Folks that I look up to (Who was it?)
My advisor
He said that it’s good to always have a
Extra set of eyes like a jumping spider
I said, ‘yeah, I be having security with me’
But then again
You gotta be outta your fuckin' mind
If you think them the ones
That I'ma send to hit you up and do you in
Peel ya, that’ll be game goofy, mayne
They face too familiar
I got people who that they
Don’t even know I know (Know I know)
That'll plow a sucka down for no show
For no money, mayne
They’d hop over your fences (Fences)
As long as I take care of their expenses
(Expenses) just the way that the ball
Be bouncin' around is foolish
Killers on call (Call)
Holes in ya like a Whiffle Ball (Ball)
My fetti lightweight tall (Tall)
That’s before when I was small (Small)
As I got older
Decided to go against the fuckin' law (Law)
If you ain’t built for this
Don’t get into this
(If you ain’t built for this
Don’t get into this)
Movin' organized business, BIATCH!
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Yeah, he mobbin' this I swear
He be mobbin' everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere
If one knee on the line he dare
He be mobbin' everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere
OOOUH! "We out here starvin', my nigga
Throw me a bone"
You ain’t the only one, nigga, leave me alone
What you requestin' - booger sugar or reefer?
'Cause if it's booger sugar, the price went
Up like a PG&E smart meter, mayne
It's a shortage and it’s dry
That’s why it cost so high
And I ain’t tryna get over, my nigga
I’m just tryna get by
I can see it in your eye
I can tell you're not a spy
My intuitions tell me that you sincere
And you a good guy
So I’m gonna give you a try
And put you through the test
See if you got a hidden
Agenda or if you smerkish
See if you’ll surrender and give us
Up if you get nervous
See if you a bozo or a clown
This ain’t no circus
'Cause if you pat the game on the back
Then game'll pat you on the back
My mentor taught me that
So I always remember that
That’s why I’m sharper than a
Gillette, or a Yoshi blade
I'm cut like that
I ain't ever been a riff raff
Or a foofoo or a J-cat, bIATCH!
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB, ooh wee)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
I was talkin' to one of my
Folks that I look up to (Who was it?)
My advisor
He said that it’s good to always have a
Extra set of eyes like a jumping spider
I said, ‘yeah, I be having security with me’
But then again
You gotta be outta your fuckin' mind
If you think them the ones
That I'ma send to hit you up and do you in
Peel ya, that’ll be game goofy, mayne
They face too familiar
I got people who that they
Don’t even know I know (Know I know)
That'll plow a sucka down for no show
For no money, mayne
They’d hop over your fences (Fences)
As long as I take care of their expenses
(Expenses) just the way that the ball
Be bouncin' around is foolish
Killers on call (Call)
Holes in ya like a Whiffle Ball (Ball)
My fetti lightweight tall (Tall)
That’s before when I was small (Small)
As I got older
Decided to go against the fuckin' law (Law)
If you ain’t built for this
Don’t get into this
(If you ain’t built for this
Don’t get into this)
Movin' organized business, BIATCH!
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Yeah, he mobbin' this I swear
He be mobbin' everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere
If one knee on the line he dare
He be mobbin' everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere
Everywhere, everywhere
OOOUH! "We out here starvin', my nigga
Throw me a bone"
You ain’t the only one, nigga, leave me alone
What you requestin' - booger sugar or reefer?
'Cause if it's booger sugar, the price went
Up like a PG&E smart meter, mayne
It's a shortage and it’s dry
That’s why it cost so high
And I ain’t tryna get over, my nigga
I’m just tryna get by
I can see it in your eye
I can tell you're not a spy
My intuitions tell me that you sincere
And you a good guy
So I’m gonna give you a try
And put you through the test
See if you got a hidden
Agenda or if you smerkish
See if you’ll surrender and give us
Up if you get nervous
See if you a bozo or a clown
This ain’t no circus
'Cause if you pat the game on the back
Then game'll pat you on the back
My mentor taught me that
So I always remember that
That’s why I’m sharper than a
Gillette, or a Yoshi blade
I'm cut like that
I ain't ever been a riff raff
Or a foofoo or a J-cat, bIATCH!
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB)
Movin' organized business (MOB)
Money over bitches (MOB, ooh wee)