Sound M.O.B. - Essay lyrics

Sound MOB, Sound MOB Sound MOB, Sound MOB Uh, riding down, 59, man, I'm thrown my essay My girl, my girl, my dime, my dime, naw that be my essay Just got, just got off a flight, then pulled up to the heights Hit my essay for some dough, about to get on my flight Gotta' slab riding clean, got that straight from Arizona sh**, sh**, that drink, that drink, I got that sh** from California! sh**! The ride, the ride, oh if you're trying to get them keys Catch, catch a shooter, shooter with some starch john jeans They'll shoot cha yeah they'll shoot cha No spanish, no spanish, no puta, my pockets Pumba And I'm so manish I may never, never hard to try to do my thing When the cars pull up, man, I was slow stroking me an essay! Hook: I'm coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay I stole some rhyme with my essay, rhyme, rhyme with my essay I'm riding clean with my essay And everybody know I got them things for my essay And tonight, yeah we gonna ride! I got a whole bunch of k**ers with me I throw my H town up in the sky Cause ain't nobody f**ing with my homies! I'm with my essay, and we're getting blown Run around the city getting brain from a bad ho I'm with my essay, and we're getting blown Run around the city getting brain from a bad ho I'm with my essay, and we're getting blown Run around the city getting brain from a bad ho I'm with my essay, and we're getting blown Run around the city getting brain from a bad ho She my essay, my f**ing' I f** her so good, she be like, 'can I get the dick home?' I know, know, gonna gonna play me Picture you with these skinny a** jeans like Patrick Swayze I'm blowing, blowing hazy Yeah, I'm all up in this dazy I'll be like, 'b**h, f** me and you gotta pay me!' I don't give a f** and I don't give a damn Be like, b**h, f** me and you gotta pay! Be like, b**h, f** me and you gotta pay! Be like, b**h, f** me and you gotta pay! I don't give a f** and I don't give a damn My essay b**h b**h got the good skin, got a ten But sh**! I'm the man! I'm on the f**ing mic She gonna ride dirty, Kush don't pour me out that' Hook: I'm coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay I stole some rhyme with my essay, rhyme, rhyme with my essay I'm riding clean with my essay And everybody know I got them things for my essay And tonight, yeah we gonna ride! I got a whole bunch of k**ers with me I throw my H town up in the sky Cause ain't nobody f**ing with my homies! Me and my essay speak' See, I told she don't she she don't talk sh** No, she just let the take play No referees around, you better hope you're lucky left day And aching ain't the hope, the hope you're right Don't let you left play! Uh, me' reader Me sure to see you Now only do your f** me, but you cooked the best for heaters, uh And empanadas and quesadillas I'll beat your p**y like piñatas Get your a** a visa, uh! That corpus Chris who riding with my dog' That corpus Chris who riding with my dog' I know a girl from' that probably needs a homie That corpus Chris who riding with my dog' I know a girl from' that probably needs a homie And if you're real, she gonna f** us at the same time My ' say, don't f**, don't f**, don't put me on! Hook: I'm coming down with my essay, down, down with my essay I stole some rhyme with my essay, rhyme, rhyme with my essay I'm riding clean with my essay And everybody know I got them things for my essay And tonight, yeah we gonna ride! I got a whole bunch of k**ers with me I throw my H town up in the sky Cause ain't nobody f**ing with my homies!