Текст песни Mob (Luniz) с переводом

Uh, uh, uh. Still ain’t ready yet

Uh, uh, uh. Niggas still ain’t ready yet

Uh, uh, uh

I hits the corner on three Daytonaz

Wit a bad ass bitch brought up in Gardena, California

Uh, she started tuggin, an rubbin on the Swoop

I’m wastin my drink swervin in my rag 6-duce

Uh, you didn’t know I keep it real from head to toe

I hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby loc

Went to Mexico, traded it for the pecos

Came back to California now it’s time to roll

I was 16 mane, sellin quarter keys of dank

My uncle was a balla from around the way

So I had the hook up

Whole keys I cooked up

Now all my niggas, makin major figgaz

Mobb shit, the type of shit you out committin a lick

Pistol whip them nigga to death and have a kick

And the twist cuz niggas be havin shit

Like bitches on Set It Off, dank

Niggas be sniffin dark bank

Mission accomplished boss crack

Hard or soft livin boys and girls packin yo shit

Let it off

Niggas who floss out here be takin a loss

It cost to be the mutha fuckin Boss Playa

Talks to throw away gats in the air

For makin yo scratch like that there Boss Playa

Niggas beware

The ganga-gangsta type of Luni hoolum atmosphere

Fo rappin about the clothes you wear, I represent welfare

No happy-happy, joy-joy

It’s these boys

Runnin from decoys, pimpin mo bitches than Dr. Detroit

It goes down

Mr. Smoke-A-Lot turnin pounds into ashes

Black ski maskes

Niggas be gettin the pumpkin head like Cashus Clay

The Yay

Area smoke greenery malacious all day

Eh, eh blaze

Back in the days, when I was raised

Niggas got sprayed wit A’s and K’s

I prayed to my Lord that head won’t take

Me over, we soldiers to fold ya like Motorola’s

And hit the corners

I told ya the 4−4 flow will fuck yo face and leave you frozen

Bitch you was chosen

That’s how it’s goin the Mobb fa sho-ness

Mo killaz and shady niggas to keep the click-ulation flawless

Fuck all that other

Bury yo brother

Leave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under

Bash 'em other sucka, likely struck wit G’s

For tryin to brace

Cough drops laced and you’ll be laid out stunned by zae’s

Place the cover in a maced

ATF lookin for this arsonist, lettin off conscience

Hot traces, suicide so you really can’t fuck this

Bringin mo heat than Rapper Bernard

Lookin, micro woof tickets, bout how much to kick it that nigga hard

Oh, from a sucka

Fo them niggas that press they luck there

In a game fucka

Paralyzed caught one in the ass, punk ass

Couped up in an send 'em, an jive

Make niggas remember the Mobb

Them other niggas ain’t no kiddin 'em

An it best be a bounce off Mista, Mista

Hit ya, get ya, split ya

That’s how we shit ya

Parafanalia to some Mobb members unpredicable

Niggas get dropped, we call the shots, smashed on sumpthin pitifull

They see us comin they clear the block, our faces unforgetable

The world is a ghetto, and life is a plot

I’m surrounded by nimphos

Givin up info

On where you hide yo doe an indo

Guess what you in for

You bout to find out

That shit we in, we all contenders

You don’t know, you seen a nigga jumpin through yo window

Don’t even trip

I confiscate this money in the name of the Mobb

It’s on yo bitch

We’ll juss pistol whip this nigga to a coma

Jump in the get away ride and hit the corner

Yo bitch juss got mopped (the Mobb is gonna)

Yo bitch juss got mopped (the Mobb is gonna)

Get ready to get yo gats out niggas

Fo all you wacked out niggas

Bitch made batched out niggas

Jaw jacked out niggas

I’m not gonna to patch out niggas

These niggas don’t really give a funk about yo snitch ass

Never in yo life met a gat that blast on the streets at a lame ass

Bitch ass nigga

No cash gettin-er

Hustlin pretendin to be a gangsta

Switch hittin ass, nigga too late

He wanted his boy to get dumped in wit a 4 chrome that nigga ain’t

Dumpin on nothin

Must be runnin, and duckin and dodgin in buckets

Then shittin up in yo mutha fuckin drawls

Coward

These bitches I put 'em on the Mobb we gotta get gone

Before a nigga cool his gun

Real nigga runnin from Mobb

Will throw away Glock

Won’t pistol go drop

Never go Mobb

When the 4−4 stop

Will a nigga get mopped

Fo restin my knot

Tell 'em to get yo grill knocked out

You fuckin wit niggas that’ll have ya noddin like ya hopped out

3 Time for the O-A-Kiz-a

We folks all day

Ager, Sneek an the B. A

Put him in the trunk wit a bump, an we Mobb throught the Bay

Don’t get it twisted we got restrictions

Niggas that witnessed family beatins

From family meetins

No family grievins

Juss some youngstas

Grew up around dirt an dope, an jelous

Evil tactics

To shovel up caskets, and double barrell

Shotty blasted

I’m knowin these suckas can’t catch these bodies flowin

Murders so ancient, they faces got federal cases closed

And cross the game it ain’t the thang

Swoop G plus two G’s will make them niggas for you to hang

An try to be cool when Mobbin on them niggas as we reign

It’s Money Ova Bitches, broke the skrilla fuck the fame

Sight of soldiers shock the world like Rodney’s girl

And we ain’t discussin shit

We bustin clips

To makin 'em hurl

Bullets makin them bustas curl

An I put that on the Mobb nigga

We Mobb niggas

Includin everywhere we go

That’s how we do it

When you see Num, you see Mobb

How happly if you need job

Even if you be Slobb you need not worry cuz we Mobb

Slobb don’t mean Blood

An Cuzz don’t mean Crip

An Oakland is a term for broke bitches makin grip

When we sip

We laid out, to drip-drip dry

We be slip-slip ride

Through the Town doin high-bys

When the yak hit my face it’s like a hamburger kill

We’ll be real

What’s the deal

Uh, uh, searchin fo skrill, up here!

Wit these tires burnin off like lavishly

Makes it easier for me to dig out these hoes like cavities

Havin these thang is like a

Government task

M.O.B. not searchin fo aliens we won’t ask.