Ice Cube – Steady Mobbin’ (Death Certificate 25Th Anniversary Edition Album)

person Cuslifolder_openNexusaccess_time June 19, 2017

That take they life for a joke, get in nigga
Bitch shoulda known I was steady mobbin’
Lench Mob ain’t nuttin but tramps

Tryin’ to get our hands on some dollars and cents
In for the night, no longer steady mobbin’
And if you tell on me I’m bombin’ on Betty
Every chance we get, we hittin’ up the rollers
Don’t you know that niggas get smoked
The ho said ‘Pappy could you slap me
Went to Bone’s house so I can get the gat
Slapboxin in the street
But hoes lickin’ nuts like stamps
Told all my friends:

Bustin’ caps in the mix
Fuck Pac Tel, move to Sky Pager
Bent, front and back glass got tint
One fool brought the music for the yams
On the ass hard and fast
Jumped back in my low rider
I make it my duty to cuss ’em
Comin’ out feelin’ about ten pounds lighter
Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at
With "U Can’t Touch This" on the front
Eating soul food, neckbones from M&M’s
Cause I’m rollin’ on rims
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
Saw Sir Jinx bailin’
And if you didn’t know, Ice Cube got drama hoes
Niggas get mad, tempers are flarin’
All you might get is a rubber on the floor
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin’)
I bust a nut and get up and put on my white Ewings
Don’t drink 8 Ball, cause St. Ide’s is givin ends
But scandalous bitches, make for happy Feds
Without puttin’ on the latex
Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the Glock
Cause I had the jam on
Bitch, cause I’m steady mobbin’
Fucked around and dropped the bomb son
And I don’t want to hear shit about a tampon
So after the screwin’
Four or five niggas in a mothership
But Ice Cube had more amps, get in bitch
Out, cause I just don’t trust em
Cause they got a few bitches starin’
And fools can’t hold us
They drop like dominoes
Just for the nappy heads

Slipped on the condom
I’m ’bout to get rich
Give me the nappy and make me happy
Cause I’m ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti
Fools get drunk and wanna compete
I said yeah, but I don’t play sex
When I hit a left on Ruthelen, "Whattup loc?"
I’m out the door
Went to mom’s house and dropped a load in the bathroom
Cause I’m gettin’ major
Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month
Grumbbin’ like a motherfucker
Comin’ up short of the green guys
Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? (Steady mobbin’)
I take you to the pad soon
And I might start slangin’ bean pies
Since one-time so hot
And could please try not to leave a gash?’
Greasy-ass lips, now I gots to take a shit
Cause life ain’t nuttin but money and fuck a bitch
Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit
And it came out sort of like confetti

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