B-Real - Mob lyrics

Published

0 517 0

B-Real - Mob lyrics

[Hook: Berner] Uh, I do it for the mob A hundred-forty large for my car, oh my god Funky feels with the raw Brought a pound lets burn it all I'm always on my job Yeah, I do it for the mob Yeah, I'm always on my job I do it for my squad I do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw High speed with the laws I brought a pound lets burn it all I'm always on my job Yeah, I do it for the mob [Verse 1: Berner] This sh** is super tasty I'm super rich I'm lazy I got a cribanazy I filled it up with babies I bought a new Mercedes Escorts work and pay me Gold chains like a dope boy in the 80's [B-Real] Five-fifty doin' 80 On the 101 on the daily God damn, this life so crazy Shot in the world, comment Hailee Go ahead sip your bailey's, this flower just goi'n fail me I got that lemon tree, bossed out, Kevin Spacey [Berner] Good weed, pretty girls, coke white, candy pearl Leather in my space ship, tell me I can have the world [B-Real] Raw papers with the swirl Gla** tip Mr. Earl Funky feels and my papers, Bern might grab your girl [Hook: Berner] Uh, I do it for the mob A hundred-forty large for my car, oh my god Funky feels with the raw Brought a pound lets burn it all I'm always on my job Yeah, I do it for the mob Yeah, I'm always on my job I do it for my squad I do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw High speed with the laws I brought a pound lets burn it all I'm always on my job Yeah, I do it for the mob [Verse 2: B-Real & Berner] She's rollin' with the Doctor like Bonny and Clyde Just rid'n every ride You want to see these packs, hold down lookin' at a smile I don't know why She can't resist, she's got the burning feeling inside She want to twist on me, want to hit some We got to get some fire by [Berner] Big Bern stay ready if it go down Whole body just covered in gold now Buy a whole pound, in the streets, back seat, Uh Chillin' in a smoke cloud Yeah, and that money keep comin' in Roll with my day ones, smoke till my day come Dope like A1, roll up, blaze some [B-Real] Y'all can't f** with us Untouch you way to close you toast We high we high as f**, brain cells f**'n toast [Berner] Light cream envelope, light weed smell like soap Hold it in till you choke, top shelf, cut your throat [Hook: Berner] Uh, I do it for the mob A hundred-forty large for my car, oh my god Funky feels with the raw Brought a pound lets burn it all I'm always on my job Yeah, I do it for the mob Yeah, I'm always on my job I do it for my squad I do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw High speed with the laws I brought a pound lets burn it all I'm always on my job Yeah, I do it for the mob [Verse 3: B-Legit] b**h I got a problem Always I be mobbin' Ain't no way to stop him He got guns, he goin pop ‘em Then I'm goin' shopping for that new Rolls Royce I'm around and you ain't really got no choice sh** moist, out of su su, my uncle garage Get a nick for every pic, you got a good trim job See I mob, but I'm breathing DABS got me leaning Allergies, I'm sneezing gets some ounces to reason Money on the floor, dirt up in my raw Blonde little hippy, biggest rig I ever saw And we respect the law, cards up our wallets Number on the bottom, that's my lawyer, you can call it f** alcoholic, OD on some trees I put up twenty lights, make some shatter out them leaves Xanies over ease, that sh** from overseas Mobbin' from in the West, she like that California breeze [Hook: Berner] Uh, I do it for the mob A hundred-forty large for my car, oh my god Funky feels with the raw Brought a pound lets burn it all I'm always on my job Yeah, I do it for the mob Yeah, I'm always on my job I do it for my squad I do it for the stones on my wrist without a flaw High speed with the laws I brought a pound lets burn it all I'm always on my job Yeah, I do it for the mob

You need to sign in for commenting.
No comments yet.