We Be Steady Mobbin lyrics
*UPDATE! Lil Wayne ft Gucci Mane - " We Be Steady Mobbin' " (New June 2009!) Lyrics below after this old lyrics <skip to it>(c’mon g)
[jd] police, eat a d-ck straight up
Look here you little God damn nigger, your not gafflin nobody
You f-ckin understand me
(kick his ass)
That’s right, get down on the God damn ground now
f-ckin move now
(let me take a shot at him)
We’re gonna do you like king
[jd] what God damn king
Rodney king, martin luther king
And all the other God damn king’s from africa
[jd] look out motherf-cker
*gun shots*
[ice cube]
God damn, the bigger the cap the bigger the peelin
And when dealin with the lench mob you gots to know
Steady mobbin is not just the name of this jam, but a way of life
Bound together by motherf-ckers that’s known
To break em off somethin, give it to me
Four or five niggaz in a mothership
Better known as a goose and we all wanna smother s-it
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Tryin to get our hands on some dollars and cents
And fools can’t hold us
Every chance we get, we hittin up the rollers
Comin up short of the green guys
And I might start slangin bean pies
Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month
With "u can’t touch this" on the front
I’m bout to get rich
Cause life ain’t nuttin but money and f-ck a b-tch
They drop like dominoes
And if you didn’t know, ice cube got drama hoes
So after the screwin
I bust a nut and get up and put on my white ewings
I’m out the do’
All you might get is a rubber on the floor
Cause I’m ready to hit the road like mario andretti
b-tch, cause I’m steady mobbin
Bustin caps in the mix
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
Cause I’m gettin major
f-ck pac tel, move to sky pager
Told all my friends
Don’t drink 8 ball, cause st. ide’s is givin ends
Fools get drunk and wanna compete
Slapboxin in the street
Niggaz get mad, tempers are flarin
Cause they got a few b-tches starin
Just for the nappy heads
But scandalous b-tches, make for happy feds
I’m making my duty to cuss em
Out, cause I just don’t trust em
And if you tell on me I’m bombin on betty
b-tch shoulda known I was steady mobbin
Since one-time so hot
Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the glock
And I’m rollin on rims
Eating soul food, and neckbones from m&m’s
Grumblin like a motherf-cker
Greasy-ass lips, now I gots to take a s-it
Saw sir jinx bailin’
When I hit a lefton ruth ellon, ’whattup loc? ’
Don’t you know that niggaz get smoked
That take they life for a joke, get in nigga
I take you to the pad zoom
Went to mom’s house and dropped a load in the bathroom
Jumped back in my low rider
Comin out feelin about ten pounds lighter
Went to bone’s house so I can get the gat
Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at
Lench mob ain’t nuttin but tramps
But hoes lickin us like stamps
One fool brought the music for the yams
But ice cube had more amps, get in b-tch
Cause I had the jam on
And I don’t want to hear s-it about a tampon
Give me the nappy and make me happy
The hoe said ’pappy could you slap me
On the ass hard and fast
And could please try not to leave a gash? ’
I said yeah, but I don’t play s-x
When I’m putting on the latex
Slipped on the condom
f-cked around and dropped the bomb son
And it came out sort of like confetti
In for the night, no longer steady mobbin
Lil Wayne ft Gucci Mane - " We Be Steady Mobbin' " (New June 2009!) Lyrics
(Lil Wayne)
Man f*ck these ni*gas
I’ma spare everything but these nig*as
I’ma hit the gun and gon fu*k these nig*as
take the knife off the AK and cut these nig*as
yeaah, and fu*k these bitches, I swear I care about everything but these bitches, I don’t care, I “so what” these bitches and I put young mula baby way above these bitches,
if it ain’t broke don’t break it and if he ain’t shook I’m gon shake him, I hope I don’t look weak cos when a wolf cry wolf, you still see that wolf teeth muthafu*kaa.
futuristic handgun, if you act foul you get 2 shots AND 1, I’m at your face like Lancome, hehe, you nig*as softer than Rosanne son. hey, cannot reach me on my Samsung, I’m busy fu*king the World and giving the Universe my damn tongue, crazy muthfu*ker I am one, but the crazy things is, I began one, all white bricks, I’m straight like its jumping back to 36 nig*a, big house, long hallways, got 10 bathrooms I can shit all day nig*a,
(Chorus)
And we don’t want no problems, ok your a goon, whats a goon to a goblin, yeah, Kane on the beat, I fuck around and leave a nig*as brains on the street, now pop dat pu*sy, I bring her to my bedroom and pop dat pu*sy, ah ha and we be steady mobbin, oh kimosabe, big ballin is my hobby.
(Gucci Mane)
What the fu*k is up, it’s gucci leather jean, dats titty boy not diddy boy from scar city to city boy, so icey, so no nike, just gucci, louie, prada, ’scuse me gucci nike shittin on me, why dat boy keep buying jewles, east atlanta cockin hammers bandanas on car antennas, no we do not talk to strangers just cut off these nig*as fingers, gucci’s armed and dangerous cocaine codeine and angel dust, this ak-47 will hit you anywhere from the ankle up, this that sounds of nia long, clip long as a pringle stack, 45 desert eagle on me you’ll think ima eagles fan, tony brushed the sniper rifle make him never breathe again, fuck that nig*a kill that nig*a bring him back kill him again GUCCI
(Lil Wayne)
Th-Th-Th- The money is da motive, fu*k with da money it get ugly as coyote, ok I’m reloaded, better pull it if you tote it, I buy a pound, break it down and put it in a stogie. Swagga so bright I don’t even need light, I’m with a model broad she don’t even need rice, but would you believe it she dice and she asked me for a pitcher so I gave her 3 strikes.
I’m da man around this muthafucker, I’m so hot you probably catch a tan around this muthfu*ker, this rap game I got my hand around this muthfu*ker, yeah I said game but I ain’t playing around this muthafu*ker. yeah I’m da best to ever do it bitch, and you the best at never doing shit, if you da shit then, I m sewer rich, tr try me I’ll have your people reading eulogies. I swear you can’t fuck with me, but I can fuck your girl and make her nuff for me thats left for me then kill for me, than steal for me and of course it’ll be your cash, then I’ll murder da bitch and send her body bag back to your ass.
(Chorus)
ahh, man suck my clip, swallow my bullets and don’t you spit errrrrr, I am da hip hop socialist, life is a gamble and I’m all about my poker chips, do you want a dose of this I will make da most of this, F is for ferociest, murder your associates, the top is so appropriate, this is just where I belong, keep a hard dick for your girlfriend to wobble on, weezy.
(Chorus)