ProHoeZak, Handsome Fatt, E-40 - Straight Mobbin lyrics

Biatch! Biatch! E-40 in this mothafucka
What's happenin-in-in
Yo, I'm fuckin' wit ya mane
Bring that shit in, i want to do some of
That mob shit right quick

ProHoeZak music

This the original mob shit nigga biatch!

In there, out there, let my hair down
Even though I ain't got no hair
(Got no hair)
I'm liable to run up in your bitch bare
(Bare)
Outer spaced it, drinkin' and stressed out
(Stressed out) can't make no money if you're
Funkin' in a drought (In a drought)
Mob music (Mob music)
It's my music (It's my music)
Pull up on a mothafucka and draw
Down on his ass if you
The west coast, northern California
Boss talk (Boss talk) play me false
Let a shark run up on a dolphin
(On a dolphin) yeah, "Real nigga"
That's what they yellin' man
(They yellin' man) you'd rather shoot
But he'd rather fight you with his hands
Full of that liquor (Full of that liquor)
Out of my wit's
Higher than the Big Dipper (Big Dipper)
Rollin' up a spliff (Rollin' up a spliff)
Pockets fatter than a pregnant chick
Whiskeyed and tipsy (Whiskeyed and tipsy)
Seven-six-twos for my rival and enemy
(Rival and enemy)
You got me all the way mothafuckin'
Fucked up (Fucked up)
Me and my niggas we be always cuttin' up
(Cuttin' up)

Why you lookin' at us crazy
Do you want problems? (Do you want problems?)
Little scary ass nigga
Will fuck around and rob you
(Will fuck around and rob you)
Yeah, we come from the place
Where the bullets be poppin'
(Where the bullets be poppin')
'Cause everywhere we go
We be straight mobbin'

I post on the block with my thing in my lap
And my goons, they be strapped
When we out on the tap
We be makin' them snaps
When it's time to get stacks
If you ain't from around here
You just might get jacked
You just might get jacked? You
Just might get jacked
So when you see us comin'
You better step back
Baby, yeah, call your homies
We 'bout to attack
We got guns, we got knives, we got chains
We got bats we got hitters
Real killers from front to the back
My niggas, straight hitters
All hoodies and black
Pull triggers, go-getters
We always stay strapped
Get rid of, all haters who want to be bad
So you can run up if you want to
'Less you want them goons all on you

Why you lookin' at us crazy
Do you want problems? (Do you want problems?)
Little scary ass nigga
Will fuck around and rob you
(Will fuck around and rob you)
Yeah, we come from the place
Where the bullets be poppin'
(Where the bullets be poppin')
'Cause everywhere we go
We be straight mobbin'

With A-K-forty-sevens
Tec-nines and deuce-fives
Sell anything under the sun to survive
Goons on deck, we're trappin', gettin' high
Movin' the bird, just watchin' time fly
Have you ever had somebody run
Up in your house? (What?)
With a ski mask on
With a gun up in your mouth
Tie your family up and put
One up in your spouse
Now that's the real shit
That I'm rappin' about
These rappers on a mission just to be the man
I'm tryin' to feed the fam
Sell another kilogram
Of this raw and uncut, dope music
Pistol in my pants and I know how to use it
Man, I don't got to prove it
You can hear it in my talk
To see how I'm movin'
This that Pro-pro collaboration
E-40 on the track, now that's cultivation

Why you lookin' at us crazy
Do you want problems? (Do you want problems?)
Little scary ass nigga
Will fuck around and rob you
(Will fuck around and rob you)
Yeah, we come from the place
Where the bullets be poppin'
(Where the bullets be poppin')
'Cause everywhere we go
We be straight mobbin'