(c'mon G)
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[JD] Police, eat a dick straight up
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Look here you little god damn nigger, your not gafflin nobody
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You fuckin understand me
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(kick his ass)
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That's right, get down on the god damn ground now
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Fuckin move now
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(Let me take a shot at him)
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We're gonna do you like King
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[JD] What god damn King
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Rodney King, Martin Luther King
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and all the other god damn King's from Africa
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[JD] Look out motherfucker
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[gun shots]
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[Ice Cube]
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God damn, the bigger the cap the bigger the peelin
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And when dealin with the Lench Mob you gots to know
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Steady Mobbin is not just the name of this jam, but a way of life
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Bound together by motherfuckers that's known
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to break em off somethin, give it to me
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Four or five niggaz in a mothership
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Better known as a goose and we all wanna smother shit
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Bent, front and back glass got tint
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Tryin to get our hands on some dollars and cents
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And fools can't hold us
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Every chance we get, we hittin up the rollers
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Comin up short of the green guys
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And I might start slangin bean pies
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Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month
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With "U Can't Touch This" on the front
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I'm bout to get rich
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Cause life ain't nuttin but money and fuck a bitch
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They drop like dominoes
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And if you didn't know, Ice Cube got drama hoes
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So after the screwin
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I bust a nut and get up and put on my white Ewings
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I'm out the do'
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All you might get is a rubber on the floor
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Cause I'm ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti
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Bitch, cause I'm steady mobbin
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Bustin caps in the mix
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Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
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Cause I'm gettin major
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Fuck Pac Tel, move to Sky Pager
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Told all my friends
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Don't drink 8 Ball, cause St. Ide's is givin ends
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Fools get drunk and wanna compete
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Slapboxin in the street
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Niggaz get mad, tempers are flarin
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cause they got a few bitches starin
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Just for the nappy heads
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But scandalous bitches, make for happy Feds
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I'm making my duty to cuss em
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out, cause I just don't trust em
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And if you tell on me I'm bombin on Betty
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Bitch shoulda known I was steady mobbin
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Since one-time so hot
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Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the glock
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And I'm rollin on rims
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Eating soul food, and neckbones from M&M's
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Grumblin like a motherfucker
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Greasy-ass lips, now I gots to take a shit
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Saw Sir Jinx bailin'
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When I hit a left, I moved felon, 'Whattup loc?'
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Don't you know that niggaz get smoked
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That take they life for a joke, get in nigga
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I take you to the pad zoom
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Went to mom's house and dropped a load in the bathroom
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Jumped back in my low rider
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Comin out feelin about ten pounds lighter
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Went to Bone's house so I can get the gat
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Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at
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Lench Mob ain't nuttin but tramps
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But hoes lickin us like stamps
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One fool brought the music for the yams
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But Ice Cube had more amps, get in bitch
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Cause I had the jam on
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And I don't want to hear shit about a tampon
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Give me the nappy and make me happy
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The hoe said 'Pappy could you slap me
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on the ass hard and fast
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and could please try not to leave a gash?'
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I said yeah, but I don't play sex
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When I'm putting on the latex
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Slipped on the condom
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Fucked around and dropped the bomb son
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And it came out sort of like confetti
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In for the night, no longer steady mobbin
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Steady Mobbin
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| Ice Cube |
