The Game, Young Menace - I'm A Mobsta lyrics
[The Game, Young Menace - I'm A Mobsta lyrics]
Yeah! What is it? It's Young Menace
And the Game
(Hahaha, yeah) Stackin chips
G-Unit (Chuck Taylor)
Doublin down on who? (Compton's young guns)
Sacramenton's finest (Who fuckin with me?)
From Sac Town to Compton, you dig?
Yo, yo, now ain't no tellin
What the Game'll do
Listen dawg
I blow the guts out the dutch
And do the same to you
And just to get shit crackin
I drop the toaster
Grab the Louis go Sammy Sosa
And you ain't gotta know me to know that
I hop out a new pink Rolls
With the fifty-two Pete Rose throwback
Haze in my eyes, listen to Bobby Womack
On the same corner where Eazy-E sold coke at
And dawg I'ma test your education
What do I mean when I say
I move more birds than migration?
I'm the nigga that'll smoke the purple
Get high as a kite
Down half the Goose then choke your workers
Don't make me put two in your shirt
Dawg I put in the work
Then move bags like Doony & Bert
And stuff work in the GMC, cause on my block
I'm the King of Rock like Run-D.M.C., nigga
I'm a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper
That'll pop ya and put one
Through ya motherfuckin collar
I'm a mobster
Robin Hood's like Kevin Costner
If ya fuck with my dollars I'll
Make you swallow my daughters
I'm a mobster, I keep a bitch by my waist
Just in case I gotta draw down
To get this big face
I'm a mobster, uh huh, yeh yeah
I'm a mobster, uh huh, yeh yeah
Shhhhh.. I got a lot to say
Dawg I gotta get paid that's
Why I rock the lle'
And chop the lle' to push bricks
Through your block a day
I'll bring terror to your squad
And make you rock away
Don't depend on tomorrow you
Can get shot today
I'll spit acid on your turf
And watch your block decay
Dawg I spit on your grave
And fertilize you too
I hit 'em hard with 16 bars
Flames and fumes
Somebody needs to push your infant
Rap back in the womb
Go 'head and keep talkin that shit
And get your life consumed
I put a hole in your chest
Dawg the size of the moon
Yeah you musta been talkin
How'd you get out that soon?
(You fuckin snitch) I got a chop that'll
Touch yo' head like Vidal Sassoon
You don't wanna see my platoon
I got gorillas and baboons
That won't hesitate
They gon' do what they have to
When there's beef on the streets it's
On for life like tattoos
It don't matter what season
It don't matter not a day
I move traffic through the city
Plus I keep the right of way
I'm on point like Bibby
I'm the leader of the team mayne
Got the whole city amped just like
A Lakers versus Kings game
Everybody's fired up, I drop major packages
I'm never doin bids because my
Game is so immaculate
A bitch try to snitch
"I Can't Deny It" like Fabolous
Before the evidence gatherin
Someone's in an ambulance
Now that'll learn you to keep
Your big mouth shut
Those with big mouths I got
The perfect size nuts
Yeah I do my dirt
But I wash my hands thoroughly
Handle my business first so
I can celebrate early
It's business before pleasure my
Business brings me pleasure
It feels good to be able to shine
In any type of weather
That's why I do what I gotta
Do so my money's lookin tight
Whether I'm jukin on the block or
Have bitches hookin lights y'know?
And the Game
(Hahaha, yeah) Stackin chips
G-Unit (Chuck Taylor)
Doublin down on who? (Compton's young guns)
Sacramenton's finest (Who fuckin with me?)
From Sac Town to Compton, you dig?
Yo, yo, now ain't no tellin
What the Game'll do
Listen dawg
I blow the guts out the dutch
And do the same to you
And just to get shit crackin
I drop the toaster
Grab the Louis go Sammy Sosa
And you ain't gotta know me to know that
I hop out a new pink Rolls
With the fifty-two Pete Rose throwback
Haze in my eyes, listen to Bobby Womack
On the same corner where Eazy-E sold coke at
And dawg I'ma test your education
What do I mean when I say
I move more birds than migration?
I'm the nigga that'll smoke the purple
Get high as a kite
Down half the Goose then choke your workers
Don't make me put two in your shirt
Dawg I put in the work
Then move bags like Doony & Bert
And stuff work in the GMC, cause on my block
I'm the King of Rock like Run-D.M.C., nigga
I'm a mobster, with a mac-11 chopper
That'll pop ya and put one
Through ya motherfuckin collar
I'm a mobster
Robin Hood's like Kevin Costner
If ya fuck with my dollars I'll
Make you swallow my daughters
I'm a mobster, I keep a bitch by my waist
Just in case I gotta draw down
To get this big face
I'm a mobster, uh huh, yeh yeah
I'm a mobster, uh huh, yeh yeah
Shhhhh.. I got a lot to say
Dawg I gotta get paid that's
Why I rock the lle'
And chop the lle' to push bricks
Through your block a day
I'll bring terror to your squad
And make you rock away
Don't depend on tomorrow you
Can get shot today
I'll spit acid on your turf
And watch your block decay
Dawg I spit on your grave
And fertilize you too
I hit 'em hard with 16 bars
Flames and fumes
Somebody needs to push your infant
Rap back in the womb
Go 'head and keep talkin that shit
And get your life consumed
I put a hole in your chest
Dawg the size of the moon
Yeah you musta been talkin
How'd you get out that soon?
(You fuckin snitch) I got a chop that'll
Touch yo' head like Vidal Sassoon
You don't wanna see my platoon
I got gorillas and baboons
That won't hesitate
They gon' do what they have to
When there's beef on the streets it's
On for life like tattoos
It don't matter what season
It don't matter not a day
I move traffic through the city
Plus I keep the right of way
I'm on point like Bibby
I'm the leader of the team mayne
Got the whole city amped just like
A Lakers versus Kings game
Everybody's fired up, I drop major packages
I'm never doin bids because my
Game is so immaculate
A bitch try to snitch
"I Can't Deny It" like Fabolous
Before the evidence gatherin
Someone's in an ambulance
Now that'll learn you to keep
Your big mouth shut
Those with big mouths I got
The perfect size nuts
Yeah I do my dirt
But I wash my hands thoroughly
Handle my business first so
I can celebrate early
It's business before pleasure my
Business brings me pleasure
It feels good to be able to shine
In any type of weather
That's why I do what I gotta
Do so my money's lookin tight
Whether I'm jukin on the block or
Have bitches hookin lights y'know?