ترانه:
Crime Mob Other

[Chorus: x2] Girl I Love U (Okay) N I Need U (Aright) I Gotta Have Ya Cause U My Baby Boo(Whateva) (Now Now Now) Now Sometimes U Make Me Mad N

eyes, I should've been a crook All white bikini, to match my lambourgini Rub me the right way, I might be a genie That other chick sick, 'cause she still

takers Plus, the other bosses wanna see yo' guts Check your nuts, dump the bodies in the desert Here's the keys to a truck Me, I'm overloaded, born hard and scarred Crime

shooters, we tote glock nines And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes It's a place where it's a common site to see the 5-0 Hit the other

at home though So to prove to each other that they were not homos The exclamation of the phobic fury Executioner, a judge and jury The mob mentality

, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin em Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them We originate styles, other

Buck him down, buck him down, come again Two to the chin, Ice Cube'll blast they ass 'til the end With my pistol, runnin' from da lench mob Is how you

Master constitution for the prostitution And let prostitution be the only solution Please believe it, you understand it, bitch, you know my choosing fee bitch It's a lifetime, bitch of ho crime

Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped and got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit Stumblin