Testo High - Joe Blow feat. Mob Figaz
Testo della canzone High (Joe Blow feat. Mob Figaz), tratta dall'album M.O.B. 2 (The Real Mob)
Everywhere I go, I keep my gun with me
You better be ready if you come with me
You ask who fuck, I say none with me
Cause everywhere I go, I keep that mob strictly, strictly
You better be ready if you come with me
You ask who fuck, I say none with me
Cause everywhere I go, I keep that mob strictly, strictly
Check a real nigga out, though
I sleep with my gats here, eat with my gats here
Shit with my gats here, fuck it, shout out
Besides, it's cold and these kicks, boy, this gas rare
If I catch you while I'm getting gats, you getting gassed here
Flying on a lash, so it's gas in my stick
It probably drive the NY, so much gas in my whip
Smoking gash in my swish, and it's gas on my hip
Still'll bounce out on a nigga and beat his ass with my fist
You broke niggas always hate on who having some shit
Tried to bring around some pimps and got bagged for the bitch
You must be out your fucking mind, think my hammer legit
It's a couple bodies on it, bro, I had to handle some shit
And I still stay icy, I'm a shark in this shit
And you can tell I love hockey from the shape of this clip
Don't ever play with me, ho, go fucking play with your kids
And everything all on a ho, look at the way that I live, bruh
They wanna know 'bout the bread we throw around
60 Kicks in the door, so the windows don't roll down
If you tryna play the bull, then we gunning your home down
Tryna be cool, well, a cell is your home now
Still make the coke swell, cause the jail won't slow us down
All my niggas real, gotta kill to come around
Gotta move tree out of town, you tryna eat for real
Still bring 600 rounds where you make the deal
Niggas sell bricks of that yayo just to paint the town
But the mob niggas cop villas where we can't be found
Learn another language, cop pains, but that's not your style
Stay where you vacation, but the yay is why I'm in town
Gangsters, no patience, have you killed, but we calm as hell
Straight cause the mob is the place where only time'll tell
Straight cause the mob is the place where only time'll tell
M.O.B. is my mentality
So ho, break bread, or play a casualty
Casually, but fashionably loud, hash'll be
The kush reeking off me, your weed must be speaking softly
This is another anthem, we stamp 'em after we wrap 'em
Push 'em, ghetto platinum, had to push us coming back for them
This is my world, Tony said "Sosa
Hit him in his head, then burn the bread like toaster"
If you're real, then you look familiar, but I don't know you
Choppers make your partners turn bitch and roll over
I think I'm hot shit, cause every shot hit, it got tow up
Cause of the mob hit, you start your car, tick-tock, blowed up
Kaboom, black suits fill the room
Fuck them other niggas, cause I'm down for my goons
Shots can hit him now today to get him out the way
We go stupid in the bay, what else I gotta say?
Rest in peace Mac Dre, I might ghost ride
Backwood full of sherbet, I be so high
So I foreign whip it through the Crestside
Kilo, J. Diggs, Big Dant, and my guys
Quick to take a fuckboy life
We out here, the streets, I fell in love, no lie
Pistol and a knife, I keep 'em both on my side
I'll slice a nigga throat before I poke him in his eye
Shoot him in his heart and make sure that he die
1, 7, 7, No way, this the mob
New recruits, they wild and loose, I get you robbed
Helicopter on the helipad, he picking us up
Shouts out to C-Bo, West Coast Mafia
Blunt after blunt, marijuana
Without weed, I can't think, I'm a stoner
Mob Figaz LLC, and I'm the owner
Yo, it don't stop
Another breath, another death, another whip with no top
Another angel in the sky
Another rifle, 7.62's fly
Hustler Hust, I'm that guy
Ask your wife 'bout me, ask your moms, too
Smack two niggas when I ride through
Whip a few pies and supply a few, bitch
It don't stop, I keep saying that
This long chop, I keep spraying that
Keep lurking where they laying at
Pull up and lay that man his hat, nigga
Knock his dick in the dirt, let the chop do the work
Lip slap, in the dirt, nigga
Put bullets in your perm
Laid him down in the worms
Nigga, I came out the trees
Squeeze like Vietnamese
Bitch niggas dying in the league
You ask me if I give a shit, please
Nigga, it don't stop, though
Keep rocking with the chop, though
Keep rocking with the, ah
If you ask me who fuck, I say none with me
You better be ready when you come with me
Cause everywhere I go, I keep my gun with me
Cause everywhere I go, it's the mob strictly
You ask me who fuck, I say none with me
Cause everywhere I go, I keep my gun with me
If you ask me who fuck, I say none with me
Cause every fucking day is the mob strictly, bitch
Trapping all night, morning's when the feds creep
Them bodies in my sight, and I be running with the black sheep
Why'd you bring a knife up to a gunfight? We pack heat
Mobbing is the life, them suckers running like a track meet
Draped in all black, the money I count is still green
The bitch brought it back in stacks, she with a real team
Ever seen them throw away MACs? See, I don't use beams
And when I shoot, them faces is cracked, I'm moving real mean
I'm with a ill team, we got the streets certified
And when I'm in my foreign, I'm soaring, I got a ill ride
Hustle while you niggas is snoring, that's why I'm worldwide
And I was fighting cases with patience, see, back when Phurl died
You let your girl hide, you let her wet her pants
Half of you niggas is bitches, they need to be a man
If they don't understand, I'll say it like my nigga Blow
If you never met me, check a real nigga out, though
Credits
Writer(s): Marco Sissa, Ki Fitzgerald, Giordano Cremona, Federico Mercuri, Alessandro Addea, Blackwell Duck
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