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letra de the mob - bobby "bobcat" ervin

they call us the mob, the mob, the west coast mob
they call us the mob, the mob, the west coast mob

[verse 1]
yeah, i’m from the west coast rockin’ the most
i’m-a boast and brag about the brothers i toast
i’m the host, the master of the ceremony
you’re a phony and full of baloney
huh, my brother, there is no other man, understand
huh, i’m a human, you’re in quicksand
while i’m boomin’, that’s my job

and we’re called the mob, the mob, the west coast mob
they call us the mob, the mob, the west coast mob

[verse 2]
i get loose like a goose, when i produce
all my songs, so i won’t get gonged or cut
but you know what, it doesn’t really matter
’cause my pockets get fatter
i’m gonna scatter and shatter your ladder
and hit you with a bat, huh, you dirty rat
making you sob ’cause that’s my job
we don’t rob, huh!

and we’re called the mob, the mob, the west coast mob
they call us the mob, the mob, the west coast mob

[verse 3]
this jam is soothin’, and i’m-a keep movin’
on and on till the break of dawn groovin’
peace to everybody, and to the suckas, huh
(la di da di) as you know the rhymes will flow
yo, so let’s go toe to toe in my show
the crowd could be the judge, i won’t budge or nudge
i’ll just beat ’em and eat ’em like f-dg-
people tried to play me, they tried to slay me
and my crew was through, washed up and hung up to dry
“yeah, they tried to get fly, you know why?”
yeah i know why, “why?”, they tried to get ill
they wanted to steal the thrill
of the crowd, say it loud, “i’m black and i’m proud”

and we’re called the mob, the mob, the west coast mob
they call us the mob, the mob, the west coast mob

[verse 4]
they call me the cat, and yes i carry a gat
on my left is stone, and on my right is capone
toots is on my side, with devastating hips that glide
on the side in the back, and dressed to k!ll is the mack
girlies shake your b-tt, ’cause we got fingers on the cut
(hit it!)

they call us the mob, the west coast mob
the west coast mob
yeah, ooh i like that, mhm

[outro]
yo snowman, why don’t you tell these people
where we was raised at… “raised in la”
yo, i don’t think they heard us, man
why don’t you tell ’em one more time
“la, californi-ay… vermon.”

[skit: “interlude”]
yeah, this is a story about a girl i was very much in love with
she came into my life and meant more to me
than anything else in the whole world
we had everything, and we was always together
you wouldn’t see me without her or her without me, ever
till one day, she started acting strange
i called her on the phone, and her never had changed
then it finally dawned on me:
she wasn’t coming home at night
it was a terrible sight

- bobby bobcat ervin

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