歌曲 | Mobbin' Through My Hood |
歌手 | Tru |
专辑 | Best Of Tru (Edited) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Big Ed, C Murder ... | |
Mobbin thru my hood | |
(master p) | |
Uh huh, all y'all tru playaz get ya handz in the air | |
Let's mobb, tru style, untouchable, check it out | |
(chorus) | |
Mobb'n thru da hood, 6 deep, hoo ridin' up to no good | |
Mobb'n thru da hood, 6 deep, hoo ridin' up to no good | |
(king george) | |
Rollin thru richmond in my six-fo' | |
Clockin the cash, rollin them vogues | |
Called master p to get tha scoop | |
Po-po's on my tail, got a gangsta flu | |
I ain't goin back to tha staff of chief | |
I stand a better chance holdin court on the streets | |
Watch how i mash on this white chump | |
Front back side 2 side on a speed bump | |
I say,"gotta come n get me." with a 350 | |
Roar like a lion, high speed on a tipsy | |
Straight to the highway, straight to the biway | |
Six deep in the car goin sideways | |
Chorus | |
(silkk) | |
I wanna mobb thru my hood, but i'm feelin kinda tipsy | |
I see my future as a gypsy | |
I see tha picture but it aint all clear | |
But i know one thing, i'm not supposed to be here | |
Tha phone rang, collect call from the city | |
Seems c-murder told me to come get him, so you know i had to floss | |
Almost got shortstopped by a cop, so i had to hide my glock | |
Pull down my beanie, so he can't see me, disappear like a genie | |
Cuz it's a everyday thangs where i hangs | |
At the rich where i livez, at tha place where i slangs | |
At mobb'n thru tha east bay, each day | |
R-i-c-h-m-o-n-d, to tha ca | |
Where tha playaz be hangin, | |
But i can't ride slow cuz my hood | |
Aint 9-0-2, 1 to tha 0. | |
And i be puttin in work, mobb'n thru da hood, | |
Have my deez spinnin like the earth (*3x fading*) | |
Chorus | |
(big ed) | |
Comin up in the rich', rollin up through the darkness | |
Grew up in this land where these killers be like heartless | |
Ease on down tha yellow brick road | |
I keep my nine cocked and ready to unload | |
Cause all that they got luv for me | |
Cash is more important than the ricm's | |
Now as i flex and floss floss it and flex it | |
Big ed keeps his eyes open in the intersection | |
Let's see where your heart is at | |
But mine is in right exact tha g-spot | |
Cause i got the click that fools can't get | |
But, can you feel me thru my illness and sickness | |
My team is cali c, that makes it quick to handle my business | |
If you wantsta deal with me, you gotsta deal wit 16 rounds ya see | |
Chorus | |
C-murder mobb'n thru da hood, a young g like me ballin | |
Top down, i can hear them hoochies callin | |
Wanna get with me, wanna do me | |
But i ain't trippin so fire up the doobie | |
I thank god, i'm not in a casket | |
Just the other day, another brother got blasted | |
Comin up, tryna get bigger | |
But i ain't goin down, like mary j, i get richer | |
Chorus | |
Master p ya, master p, that tru click | |
No limit records, mobb'n thru da hood | |
Like that 500 scl | |
Watch them vogue tires smoke fool.. |
zuo ci : Big Ed, C Murder ... | |
Mobbin thru my hood | |
master p | |
Uh huh, all y' all tru playaz get ya handz in the air | |
Let' s mobb, tru style, untouchable, check it out | |
chorus | |
Mobb' n thru da hood, 6 deep, hoo ridin' up to no good | |
Mobb' n thru da hood, 6 deep, hoo ridin' up to no good | |
king george | |
Rollin thru richmond in my sixfo' | |
Clockin the cash, rollin them vogues | |
Called master p to get tha scoop | |
Popo' s on my tail, got a gangsta flu | |
I ain' t goin back to tha staff of chief | |
I stand a better chance holdin court on the streets | |
Watch how i mash on this white chump | |
Front back side 2 side on a speed bump | |
I say," gotta come n get me." with a 350 | |
Roar like a lion, high speed on a tipsy | |
Straight to the highway, straight to the biway | |
Six deep in the car goin sideways | |
Chorus | |
silkk | |
I wanna mobb thru my hood, but i' m feelin kinda tipsy | |
I see my future as a gypsy | |
I see tha picture but it aint all clear | |
But i know one thing, i' m not supposed to be here | |
Tha phone rang, collect call from the city | |
Seems cmurder told me to come get him, so you know i had to floss | |
Almost got shortstopped by a cop, so i had to hide my glock | |
Pull down my beanie, so he can' t see me, disappear like a genie | |
Cuz it' s a everyday thangs where i hangs | |
At the rich where i livez, at tha place where i slangs | |
At mobb' n thru tha east bay, each day | |
Richmond, to tha ca | |
Where tha playaz be hangin, | |
But i can' t ride slow cuz my hood | |
Aint 902, 1 to tha 0. | |
And i be puttin in work, mobb' n thru da hood, | |
Have my deez spinnin like the earth 3x fading | |
Chorus | |
big ed | |
Comin up in the rich', rollin up through the darkness | |
Grew up in this land where these killers be like heartless | |
Ease on down tha yellow brick road | |
I keep my nine cocked and ready to unload | |
Cause all that they got luv for me | |
Cash is more important than the ricm' s | |
Now as i flex and floss floss it and flex it | |
Big ed keeps his eyes open in the intersection | |
Let' s see where your heart is at | |
But mine is in right exact tha gspot | |
Cause i got the click that fools can' t get | |
But, can you feel me thru my illness and sickness | |
My team is cali c, that makes it quick to handle my business | |
If you wantsta deal with me, you gotsta deal wit 16 rounds ya see | |
Chorus | |
Cmurder mobb' n thru da hood, a young g like me ballin | |
Top down, i can hear them hoochies callin | |
Wanna get with me, wanna do me | |
But i ain' t trippin so fire up the doobie | |
I thank god, i' m not in a casket | |
Just the other day, another brother got blasted | |
Comin up, tryna get bigger | |
But i ain' t goin down, like mary j, i get richer | |
Chorus | |
Master p ya, master p, that tru click | |
No limit records, mobb' n thru da hood | |
Like that 500 scl | |
Watch them vogue tires smoke fool.. |
zuò cí : Big Ed, C Murder ... | |
Mobbin thru my hood | |
master p | |
Uh huh, all y' all tru playaz get ya handz in the air | |
Let' s mobb, tru style, untouchable, check it out | |
chorus | |
Mobb' n thru da hood, 6 deep, hoo ridin' up to no good | |
Mobb' n thru da hood, 6 deep, hoo ridin' up to no good | |
king george | |
Rollin thru richmond in my sixfo' | |
Clockin the cash, rollin them vogues | |
Called master p to get tha scoop | |
Popo' s on my tail, got a gangsta flu | |
I ain' t goin back to tha staff of chief | |
I stand a better chance holdin court on the streets | |
Watch how i mash on this white chump | |
Front back side 2 side on a speed bump | |
I say," gotta come n get me." with a 350 | |
Roar like a lion, high speed on a tipsy | |
Straight to the highway, straight to the biway | |
Six deep in the car goin sideways | |
Chorus | |
silkk | |
I wanna mobb thru my hood, but i' m feelin kinda tipsy | |
I see my future as a gypsy | |
I see tha picture but it aint all clear | |
But i know one thing, i' m not supposed to be here | |
Tha phone rang, collect call from the city | |
Seems cmurder told me to come get him, so you know i had to floss | |
Almost got shortstopped by a cop, so i had to hide my glock | |
Pull down my beanie, so he can' t see me, disappear like a genie | |
Cuz it' s a everyday thangs where i hangs | |
At the rich where i livez, at tha place where i slangs | |
At mobb' n thru tha east bay, each day | |
Richmond, to tha ca | |
Where tha playaz be hangin, | |
But i can' t ride slow cuz my hood | |
Aint 902, 1 to tha 0. | |
And i be puttin in work, mobb' n thru da hood, | |
Have my deez spinnin like the earth 3x fading | |
Chorus | |
big ed | |
Comin up in the rich', rollin up through the darkness | |
Grew up in this land where these killers be like heartless | |
Ease on down tha yellow brick road | |
I keep my nine cocked and ready to unload | |
Cause all that they got luv for me | |
Cash is more important than the ricm' s | |
Now as i flex and floss floss it and flex it | |
Big ed keeps his eyes open in the intersection | |
Let' s see where your heart is at | |
But mine is in right exact tha gspot | |
Cause i got the click that fools can' t get | |
But, can you feel me thru my illness and sickness | |
My team is cali c, that makes it quick to handle my business | |
If you wantsta deal with me, you gotsta deal wit 16 rounds ya see | |
Chorus | |
Cmurder mobb' n thru da hood, a young g like me ballin | |
Top down, i can hear them hoochies callin | |
Wanna get with me, wanna do me | |
But i ain' t trippin so fire up the doobie | |
I thank god, i' m not in a casket | |
Just the other day, another brother got blasted | |
Comin up, tryna get bigger | |
But i ain' t goin down, like mary j, i get richer | |
Chorus | |
Master p ya, master p, that tru click | |
No limit records, mobb' n thru da hood | |
Like that 500 scl | |
Watch them vogue tires smoke fool.. |