Текст песни Mob Style Musik - JT the Bigga Figga , San Quinn

Mob shit
Right back at you mane tape two
The young baby boy San Quinn
Oh the hustle continues mane
It goes down
Hmm
Just when you thought it was safe to put them tapes out
Yeah mane, that mob shit

It ain't nothin' like (It ain't nothin' like)
It ain't nothin' like mob style music
Skeet skirtin' through the turf, never cruisin'
In the bay, that's the way that we do it
It ain't nothin' like (It ain't nothin' like)
It ain't nothin' like mob style music
Skeet skirtin' through the turf, never cruisin'
In the bay, that's the way that we do it

Bouncin' out my hitch on the bay bridge
Lookin' at the fog, when it's foggy it be dangerous
Exiting on Fell, see my tail in the feed
He and swell, different jewels and hella G's
Out to fit deed on Divisadero headed up Hayes
Amaze, Rolex, Fabergé, thousand dollar earrings
In the city where the gays' got more justice than blacks
Young hustlas are strapped, can't afford to take a nap

Say my eyes wide open, scopin out the perimeter
Feelin' out the area, Fillmoe, scarier
Windin' down in the half, we hittin' Chinatown
Lookin' for the chyna now, white about half a pound?
Cut it down, tre-ways, one love to Belo
Niggas (Belo) velvet stripes but what about the sequel?
Part two, hard to, bypass retaliation
With no hesitation, step toward the confrontation

Reactin' we all packin', livin' the life of a timer
Put my money on the nine and send my dick to the vagina
I see the same hos in the same clothes, (same clothes) try to mangle
But I don't tangle with stank hos (stank hos)
Bankrolls what I be about (be about), on another mission
Addiction to gription, position big pimpin'
No conviction to priors, fuck a police
Legal they know me with my illegal homie on the city streets nigga

It ain't nothin' like (it ain't nothin' like)
It ain't nothin' like mob style music
Skeet skirtin' through the turf, never cruisin'
In the bay, that's the way that we do it

Way of life is stayin' tight fitted, gang close-knitted
With my eyes on riches, like the thighs on bitches
Seven digit figures, while niggas struggle to stack a gram
Will broke a sack in hand, say you can not beat the man
Crack, forever you keep, but dope fiends recoverin'
The niggas hustlin is sufferin' no longer doubled in dollars
Trouble then follows, turnin' down nothin' but collars
Coppin' the powder from these cowards attitude sour

See a (nigga) '96 caddy and north-star system and
Rememberin' when dividends was different then
Ten years done passed, 86 to 96
('86) Kicks, ounces, quarters, and crumbs
In the slums gettin' slung
Many homies killed (killed) on project steps over reputation
On conversation, no debatin' shit is illiac
On the track where the real, block to block

Glock to Glock, niggas kill, will you pop?
Or lose your dome? In the danger zone
Make a nigga change his home
Put his trust in his chrome piece instead of these homies
The city is shitty as diarrhea
I'ma be right here in my riot gear, g'd up (g'd up)

It ain't nothin' like (it ain't nothin' like)
It ain't nothin' like mob style music
Skeet skirtin' through the turf, never cruisin'
In the bay, that's the way that we do it
It ain't nothin' like (It ain't nothin' like)
It ain't nothin' like mob style music
Skeet skirtin' through the turf, never cruisin'
In the bay, that's the way that we do it

In the bay, that's the way that we do it
Game recognize game, in the bay mane
Yeah, that mob shit, oh, it goes down in this part of town
I thought you knew, one love to the get low playas mane
To all the real get low playas you know what I'm sayin'?
My boy Suga Woos, yeah mane, better know as Rack Skerz
It's goin' down, 1996 that G' shit
This mob style music, one love!