Mobb Deep - Shorty Wop lyrics
[Mobb Deep - Shorty Wop lyrics]
Yeah-h-h-h, one two one two yeah, okay, now
You know who we got up in this bitch
MO, MOBBB
(Boy) Lil' shorty wop (wop) young
Thuggin in the street ever front on him
(yeah) that's how you get popped
(Girl) Lil' shorty wop (wop) fatty
And she hot (hot)
Young thuggin in the street
Givin up the crotch (crotch)
And we don't give a fuck
(fuck) like you don't give a fuck (fuck)
Them hammers'll buck
(buck) , ashes ashes dust dust
Death toll addin up
Them razors we let 'em rust
Them haters we clap 'em up, countin cash
That's us catch me in that GT Coupe
With the flat screen drooped
In the driver's seat souped
Cause it's a Bentley
When I pass by, have you stuck, SU's
Black 'em up twenty-four, black rims
Tires gotta fatten up
Whips, go to AutoSport, stash spot
Sorta for my mascots that pop off, buck buck
Sick 'em Fido, let the car idle
I ain't never been there
Shit can happen have yo' ass
Disappear in thin air shit real, y'all not
Get robbed in a car lot
You bitch you call cop
You snitch and that's off top
My biscuit is gonna pop
Whether you like it you not
Ever gonna play me motherfuckers get shot
(boy)
Yo yo yo yo dunny you
Comedy with tragedy nigga
You go 'head, keep smilin
We ain't laughin my nigga
We dead serious, you niggas is livin jokes
We don't game around
These bullets'll eat through your bones
Y-y-y yeah, that's right you heard me nigga
Reach for your chrome when you see us
Better bleed us off the top of the dome
Meanin you better get to squeezin
Cause our reason is gone
Meanin that shit is out the window
We won't give it a thought
And we don't give a loud
Motherfuck about who you are
What's your set that you rep
You can get 'em involved
(BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM) is all you hearin
When you go at the Mobb
(BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM) is all I'm
Sayin if you tryin to talk
We what you would call
Niggas that talk it walk it and live it
Your music is not "Murder"
You an Infamous mimic
You what we would call
Niggas who suck dick for a living
Get off our balls
Or we'll take chances for prison
You know who we got up in this bitch
MO, MOBBB
(Boy) Lil' shorty wop (wop) young
Thuggin in the street ever front on him
(yeah) that's how you get popped
(Girl) Lil' shorty wop (wop) fatty
And she hot (hot)
Young thuggin in the street
Givin up the crotch (crotch)
And we don't give a fuck
(fuck) like you don't give a fuck (fuck)
Them hammers'll buck
(buck) , ashes ashes dust dust
Death toll addin up
Them razors we let 'em rust
Them haters we clap 'em up, countin cash
That's us catch me in that GT Coupe
With the flat screen drooped
In the driver's seat souped
Cause it's a Bentley
When I pass by, have you stuck, SU's
Black 'em up twenty-four, black rims
Tires gotta fatten up
Whips, go to AutoSport, stash spot
Sorta for my mascots that pop off, buck buck
Sick 'em Fido, let the car idle
I ain't never been there
Shit can happen have yo' ass
Disappear in thin air shit real, y'all not
Get robbed in a car lot
You bitch you call cop
You snitch and that's off top
My biscuit is gonna pop
Whether you like it you not
Ever gonna play me motherfuckers get shot
(boy)
Yo yo yo yo dunny you
Comedy with tragedy nigga
You go 'head, keep smilin
We ain't laughin my nigga
We dead serious, you niggas is livin jokes
We don't game around
These bullets'll eat through your bones
Y-y-y yeah, that's right you heard me nigga
Reach for your chrome when you see us
Better bleed us off the top of the dome
Meanin you better get to squeezin
Cause our reason is gone
Meanin that shit is out the window
We won't give it a thought
And we don't give a loud
Motherfuck about who you are
What's your set that you rep
You can get 'em involved
(BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM) is all you hearin
When you go at the Mobb
(BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM) is all I'm
Sayin if you tryin to talk
We what you would call
Niggas that talk it walk it and live it
Your music is not "Murder"
You an Infamous mimic
You what we would call
Niggas who suck dick for a living
Get off our balls
Or we'll take chances for prison