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lirik lagu m.o.b. (remix) – big pokey

(-talking-)
ye-yeah, what up world, it’s your boy
c. wiggity-whoadie-weezy-ward, one more ‘gain
tha m.o.b. general, i’m back with the mob boss sensei
we got this new “mob 4 life” cd, we want y’all to check out
raw and uncut, some stuff we put together for the streets to bang
from the south to the north, from the east to the west
i wanna thank all the haters (thank ya)
and ery’body else, who put forth to this here project
roll with us on this one, one love let’s go

[hook – 2x]
it’s m.o.b
money over bullsh-t, you know me
keep it low-key, what big bro told me
them n-ggas don’t know, what them n-ggas don’t see

[big pokey]
in this rap game i come, from the back of the pack
now they respect my work, like i’m packing a mack
everytime i sound check, i’m cracking the deck
on track split wigs, like a axe in the hat
you know how i act in a lac, i’m a hog
t.v.’s back in the back, got to fall
texas boys crawl, like a n-gga with his legs cut
k bullets hit n-ggas, and they edge up’s
pay attention, focus n-gga
third, fourth and fifth ward rogus n-gga
4-4, southwest vaulters n-gga
better have that on your mind, when you approach us n-gga
a b-tch’ll jump fly, when they dose your hitter
you g about it, be about it, you supposed to get her
i get a broad pimp of grain, i need to be in the pimp of fame
they think it’s hard, but it’s simple mayn

[hook – 2x]

[d-1]
in this rap game, i run through the hard and the whack
and my verses go together, like cigars in a sack
leaving out the club hit the crack, alarm on the lac
18’s beating, some think i got a bomb in the back
because i’m m.o.b
aggravated -ssualt, and bodily injury
to any n-gga, that try to offend me
po-yo, c. ward and grim reap’
b-tch, don’t forget dre day
i’m on the grind, everyday is pay day
y’all b-tch n-ggas, better make way
cause i’m some’ing like a.i., with a a.k
and to the s.u.c
h.a.w.k., and mike d
big moe, z-ro and keke
if it wasn’t for y’all, i wouldn’t be who i be

[hook – 2x]

[chris ward]
in this rap game, i got the best scared to feature me
cause they know that i eat up the track, just like a creature see
i spit ether, lethally
evenly i violate, every law illegaly
i’m one of the ones, that be running the south
but i got so many connects, i even be running through the north
you think i’m lying, just ask the boss he’ll tell ya
(c. ward is a quiet hustler, but he’ll sell ya)
whatever you wanna buy, or whatever you wanna try
and if you got plex (f-ck you), it’s whatever you wanna die
and when the laws is on the creep, and i’m feeling the heat
a n-gga dress fresh, like i’m at dyatona’s beach
white lenin slacks, shirt and shoes is peach
we are the definition, of newvo reach
that’s newly rich, we new leaders sh-t
c. ward, sensei and d-1 you b-tch

[hook – 2x]

- big pokey

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