Saw Sir Jinx bailin'
Grumblin like a motherfucker
They drop like dominoes
But Ice Cube had more amps, get in bitch
Slapboxin in the street
Niggaz get mad, tempers are flarin
That take they life for a joke, get in nigga
The hoe said 'Pappy could you slap me
And it came out sort of like confetti
Cause life ain't nuttin but money and fuck a bitch
And if you didn't know, Ice Cube got drama hoes
Eating soul food, and neckbones from MandM's
I said yeah, but I don't play sex
Went to mom's house and dropped a load in the bathroom
Cause I had the jam on
Don't drink 8 Ball, cause St. Ide's is givin ends
Went to Bone's house so I can get the gat
Slipped on the condom
Since one-time so hot
Cause they got a few bitches starin
Bitch, cause I'm steady mobbin
When I hit a left, I moved felon, 'Whattup loc?'
But scandalous bitches, make for happy Feds
Bent, front and back glass got tint
Lench Mob ain't nuttin but tramps
Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the glock
But hoes lickin us like stamps
Jumped back in my low rider
And fools can't hold us
On the ass hard and fast
Fucked around and dropped the bomb son
I'm bout to get rich
So after the screwin
All you might get is a rubber on the floor
One fool brought the music for the yams
And I might start slangin bean pies
I'm out the do'
Steady Mobbin is not just the name of this jam, but a way of life
And I'm rollin on rims
Out, cause I just don't trust em
Bustin caps in the mix
Fools get drunk and wanna compete
Comin up short of the green guys
Every chance we get, we hittin up the rollers
Told all my friends
Comin out feelin about ten pounds lighter
And if you tell on me I'm bombin on Betty
Tryin to get our hands on some dollars and cents
Better known as a goose and we all wanna smother shit
Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at
When I'm putting on the latex
Don't you know that niggaz get smoked
Cause I'm ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti
Four or five niggaz in a mothership
I take you to the pad zoom
And I don't want to hear shit about a tampon
To break em off somethin, give it to me
Give me the nappy and make me happy
Bound together by motherfuckers that's known
Just for the nappy heads
I'm making my duty to cuss em
Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
With "U Can't Touch This" on the front
Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month
I bust a nut and get up and put on my white Ewings
Bitch shoulda known I was steady mobbin
And could please try not to leave a gash?'
Fuck Pac Tel, move to Sky Pager
Cause I'm gettin major
Greasy-ass lips, now I gots to take a shit
