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letra de black mob - above the law

[intro]
black mob
black mob

[verse 1: km.g]
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black mobster culture smooth like vultures
we keep it hot, fat, not fresh off the line
with a chopper for the chopper
and the hunnids, it’s still ride or die
willing to f-ck with y’all, willing to buck your troll
with the ball, it never falls
spin like vin at the mall
n-gga, i’m talking thousands
see the homies wear the rolex in the mix
flushed the coke tanks, came out the bathroom certain
absolute and lovely, had a n-gga like swerven
but not b-tches ain’t sh-t
i’m not a trigger g.c.c., i’m chipped up, and my homies is stripped up
n-ggas can’t see the only thing i kick
it’s somе h-ll of a d-ck, with the deep penеtration
that’s some h-ll of a bomb conversation, for that ass

[hook]
you see, we bring the funk like george and nelly
people get shook when we bobbin’ it
we never shook, cause we checkin’ it
knock it loose, cause we back again
i represent the crew, but they don’t do what you gon’ do
when we come through
black mob
i represent the crew, but they don’t do what you gon’ do
when we come through
black mob
[verse 2: cold 187um]
now i get my deep c-ck tips, about three or four clips
got a flosser on 17-inch whips
i’m about to kick, till i die it’s west coast
palm trees, bad b-tches, and hundred spokes
i’m breakin’ bread with my kinfolk, stay in the flow
tryna flip in this right way, ain’t like flippin’ yayo
as i roll through the city of tone-ups, i get big respect
from inglewood to the joined down projects
from pomona all the way to i.e
n-ggas know i’m real, and strictly concrete
so why you playin’ hatin’ on the low-low?
i’m suckin’ cheddar, pullin’ up
with your baby mama on my nuts
i give a f-ck i hit that ass up
westworld, black mob, o.g.’s big
b-tch, i used to serve big fish, just to feed my fam
now i bust up for some godd-mn money

[hook]

[verse 3: safecracka]
what’s the new plan?
see the bucket pulls down with the black superman
i love our new fans, and don’t hit me to hand
now what’s crackin’?
it’s the new way of mackin’
west coast hoes get on the phone, and let me know
shake that ass, it’s all i ask
and when you’re backstage pass, on your knees
yo, you know the sound like we at the flea’s, huh
you might get the keys to the car, and the keys to the house
we takin’ on north, just can’t get no money for a little second
your mama’s sayin’ they keepin’ bad company
time for you to go home, i done had it too long, huh
and don’t forget to phone home
west side world, what’s crack?
west side world, what’s crack?
[hook]

- above the law

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