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It's often better to hear rather than talk. Thus, I hear only myself when I talk.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,182
Peak in subgenre #651
Author
fINNY
Rights
2007
Uploaded
May 29, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 7.1 MB • 128 kbps • 7:45
Lyrics
I'm a type of nigga make a bitch look twice
Make her break herself like a bad pair of dice
When I fall in the mall, it's fuck the price
Keep a disguise move pies and duck the vice
That's me playa, from pack to stacks
Show a lot of scratch to cut trash getting fat
On my lac and my slack, I'm sharp as a nail
Put my game on a scale, and balance it well
When I vacation, I got a yaught to sell
And if I go broke, I got a yaught to sell
Cops yeah that's swell then I double my mail
I know y'all feel me like the blind read brail
Hoes be freaks but they claim they queens
Eat niggas up like a bowl of greens
Y.S. wolverine I walk it like I talk it
Play it like I said, tell em how you caught me
To me ur dead
Lil' O ain't shit, nigga stop your lying
Stop your crying, y'all gone make me pop the iron
When you see me in the bentley with the top reclined
I'm with your broad I'm on my way to go knock her down
And I spit thug rounds, and feeling me flows
And got a stable full of bad broads and heavenly hoes
If I ask your gal to leave you think she telling me no
I'll have her eating ass, sucking nuts and giving me blows
I get em and go, get the pussy split it in four
You a stupid bitch, if you thinking you getting my dough
I do em like the drug commercial I be telling em no
And tell these trick niggas y'all boys selling your souls
And my body ice cold, cause my piece full of flakes
My Cardier look like it's been dipped in a lake
My bracelet will make a nigga stop and hit his brakes
And you can ask Johnny I don't get nothing fake, and you can
Bout my pay, I don't play a hoe checker
Certified pimp looking for a slow licker
One who will go all out, plus extra
Back massages, ménages excetra
Pull in the lot, snatch something hot
Game Face and Mob Style watch us turn it out
Whodie at the spot with a bad little mexican
Broad that he met last night at Connections
Mob Style protection, hard as an erection
Boys with they mug on catch led infection
From a snub nose, we niggas and ?halows?
On 19 inch buttons that cut in a row
Sipping on noise, counting on the Ward
Bad ass nigga we'll freak with yellow broads
Either black or you brown, let my top down
It's M-O-B-C we stay on the ground, uh
You know me, I'm attacking the block
Sack in my sock, I'm in back of Jack In The Box
I'm the same nigga, that the laws rapping about
I ain't tripping, I know my phone tapped at the spot
When we ride, I'm the nigga packing the dot
At the wonder at the club, bout to vacuum the lot
Calling the Scott, to the west to O.S.T.
Y.S.P., all it's me, M.O.B.
Across the street from the park, pumping under the tree
My niggas is bout it, if you want it, we got it
Blood in, blood out, ain't nobody adopted
That elbow on the 6-4, I probably done rocked it
Roll deep, hitting switches, while the boppers is watching
All on the curb, leaning, we all on serve
Got a pocket full of money, we all on the bird
I love my block, that's my word, for real
It's guaranteed set up shop on Ridgevan, nigga you gon bleed
The whole block is a crock pot boiling with undercovers
Better stash your cheese
When a out of bounds nigga come around, he'll end up on his knees
We don't tolerate short stopping around here, we got kids to feed
And the jackers of the seven deedious, got tricks up they sleeve
But we don't believe in magic, just plastic that make em cease to breathe
From 11:30 to 11:30, we whip up P-I-E's
In the kitchen on a mission, I'm Chef Boy-R-D O-B-E
When the law come around it's ghost town, the traffic be on freeze
But everybody reman they position, soon as them hoes leave
Off a million faces be cases, freedom is what they cease
But we make bond and go right back, to the block and serve fiends
P-C-P has us off any type of amphetamine
Shit that'd do you like Viagra, shit that'll really
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