E-40 - Mob sh** lyrics

[Intro - E-40:] Mob sh** b**h [Hook:] What you know about this mob sh**? What you know about this mob sh**? Sit down, stop talking that mob sh** If you ain't really from the mob b**h [Verse 1 - E-40:] You was born with a silver spoon in your mouth, (what kind you have) I was born with a rusty one, I had to get out there and help my momma out (real n***a sh**) Been a hustler since a younging (since a younging) keeping it lit like a cigarette camels humps Plotting on me, better sh** like goose bumps You wanna tuck em homie, better pack your lunch like a multi task do two or three things at once Get my dick s**ed dropping it funky And smoke a blunt, in the streets I'll never flump I say it in your face when I sober I ain't gotta be drunk Dramatics over badges MOB Got a lot on that leaning the brocoli Beverge site you 23 for a certain we get you gone Sing at home when you belong with the mag and living your learning return the wood it's on fire so let it burn Respect that giving the gift is our [Hook] [Verse 2 - B-legit:] You rappers need to quit it with that mob sh** You wasn't in the kitchen tryna' lock sh** You wasn't on the block busting hot sh** You really need to stop you are not it B he a boss he kept the block buzing 40 got a distorded shotty got it fludding n***as getting down thugging in the public Hunnids on the old school hoes love it Pardon me baby but I get around And they don't make a sound all for the rounds And I don't make a sound when they ask me Rule number one stay task free Masterd baby, but I'm so loyal I f** around with it when I'm on the loyal And you don't f** around know your own soyal It made a real n***a wanna bounce for fun [Hook] [Verse 3 - E-40:] I've been A1 since day one Prolly sold more coke than ronald regean Still in the kitchen with the bulletproof apron With your b**h on her knees, begging What you suposed to do? never poodle up to a man n***a Never whip out if you ain't planning on squeezing the f**ing trigga Money don't make me I make money What do I look like flumping over to broke? n***a I'm a mack around g [Verse 4 - B-Legit:] Now I done got mine for the A-low Got em back to the hood and they didn't go It's panic mechanic, and I'm for sho' But never on the flow could I pound the dough Trap fam hoodrat got em strapped Swearing over mama never heard of that Tryna' murder me I will murder back Find me with them n***as talking bout another sack [Hook]