Текст песни: Tha M.O.B. (Feat. The Luniz, 3x Krazy, Cydal, & Knucklehead) + перевод

Swoop G

You can’t stop me, baby

Mobb shit

You can’t stop us, baby. (x2)

Verse 1 *(Keek The Sneek)*

I put that on the… Mobb

My here comes the warrior

Heat from nailin him, yellin out the window when I’m bailin

What you sellin?

I need some zags, I’m ready to get keyed

Juss a phase

If niggas go snag a zag, then we go snatch a sack of green

Step back and let the heat go attack 'em, so we can see

Cuz picture my faulty face, fill it up wit drank an clear the space

Sicker than Waco

So wicked yo dick will scratch an lay low

My folks get deep in yo dome plus roll up yo face an I say so

Leave 'em dangled, severed an strangled

I put that on the Mobb an my Mobbin niggas will lay low

Verse 2 *(Knuckle Head)*

They tryin to mug a nigga

Tryin to put slugs on a nigga

But I’m lettin a nigga have it, catch this silly rabbit

What the fuck!!!

Whoooo got dropped?

What the fuck!!!

Yoooou got shot

I keep my gun on safety

Cuz niggas hate me

Gotta retally me, yet they can’t penitrate me

Or fade me

Got shot two times, bullets grazed me

Lable me a mental Knuckle Head, bitch I’m crazy

The Mobb slangs z’s like Scarface on keys

Rollin Lexo’s an Benzo’s sittin on Gold D’s

Verse 3 *(Numskull)*

I put that on the Mobb

Slob, or no pussy, I rock pussies

An after I fuck, I consider the clitoris my pussy

So do the do bitch, I figure that Knuckle Head an Dru spit

(Who you speakin on nigga!!!)

You bitch

It’s Swoop’s shit

Day by day the blunt walk

Hamps, chron-chron, Hindu an drunk talk

I be the wall behind the heater

Call me yo leader

Makin niggas go old school like Dan Sever

Makin Num, Num inbetween 'em ain’t no thang

Dick on hang, slang mo pussy then sunsets on one set can’t hang

Bang-bang, love me to give me skrilla

Hug me to give me lovely, Mobb love killa, killa

We Mobb nigga

Hooride nigga, we drop niggas

You gettin mobbed nigga

I put that on the Mobb nigga

Verse 4 *(Yukmouth)*

Uh, nigga any bottle drunken

X-O swallowed, pumpkin

Head gettin

Lead spittin an I’m hittin blunts an

The chefs hittin, on dubb members

My nigga Num, S-S mean mug niggas, ex-drug deala niggas

Who love hittaz (Drink-A-Lot)

He be the licksta

(Smoke-A-Lot) he be the the twista

Like the movies, sock it to me

Like Rudy Ray Mode, or human tornado

Nigga I’m groovy

Break niggas wit the Hong-Kong fuey, plus light niggas up wit the uzi

I put that on the… paraphanali

I’m a keep the Cristally in my belly

I touch mo bread then jelly

One snap like Fonzarelli, make a bitch sell me

Pussy until it gets smelly, an then I’m finished

Verse 5 *(Bart)*

Got my pistol gripped tightly

Make you do the right thang like Spike Lee

Despite the

Niggas who be takin the M.O.B. lightly

It might be

Another case of name loss

Cuz game cost, for the nigga that stole my butter I’m a show you off

He coughed

I opened them lungs like Primetine Mist

Fuck wit a

Forehead splitter, wit a clenched fist

Dismissed

Off the face of the planet

Sank like Titanic

Boy don’t panic, I’m juss a Sickaluffa skitzofrentic

Fuckin bitches that be jockin Oakland game

I ran it, never leave empty handed

An the hataz can’t stand it

But can’t stop it either

Behind a 9 millimeter

I put that on the Mobb you’ll be left on a machine greeter

Verse 6 *(Ager Man)*

Niggas wanna get they test on

Better have they vest on

Packin a clip full of teflon

Leavin you niggas stepped on

Fucked around an got crept on

Slippin in his 'Stang

Talkin bad about 3 Times, I had to do my thang

Mobb shit, wit a pistol grip

30 officers hit, wit a clip

When you get stuck on yo door wit a $ 150 dolla kicks

An slappin that ass juss like a bitch

Nigga fuckin wit niggas, don’t ya know

You best believe you fuckin wit soldiers

That’ll chop that ass up, roll in the cut like A-1 Yola

A-G mutha fuckin E

Got a Glock an a 3−50

Niggas better hope like Bob

That they don’t get robbed

Fuckin wit the Mobb nigga

Hold up nigga… Fuck all you niggas that ain’t wit this Mobb shit. You

Wit us or against us. Success is the best revenge

Verse 7 *(Swoop G)*

The Mobb game got us niggas brain hangin like wall paper

You shouldn’t have ran yo mouth about the Mobb at all playa

All spraya

Able to rip shit

An still Eclipse spit, guess our heataz start to come in triplets

The Oakland edition, where we was raised

An rolls mutha fuckaz up off the turf that didn’t belong

One phone call, to my roll dog

I have a roll call to finish

Niggas brought paraphanalia comin to get ya

They proper position

To chop 'em wit street sweepers an Glocks

Selection wit heataz, an sections to hectic to stop

Like mad caulkin, an bad cops

An all this shit that can get yo ass popped

Or get yo ass shot

I put that on

Niggas I rob wit in Eastside California

Pullin up an puttin the pistol on ya

Verse 8 *(Cydal)*

Paraphanalia to the Mobb

We treat yo face like pussy, fuck yo head

Why did the world distort, potnaz deadly, warfares

This 'sidal life has got me strapped an sayin, more prayers

Been down on one knee, hopin that when the killa comes that he don’t gun

Me

Life is money

Mind over matter until the death nigga

Fo life

I had that P.M.O.B. written across my chest

I guess

The mental mandatory got me cleanin up blocks

For shitty niggas like I’m in the janitorial business

After droppin a dime niggas will Mobb, many an all

When the bullet flys many will fall

Til I die paraphanalia verse 'em all

T Luni the first to call

I bet, as applied hearse an casket fo 'em all

As we Mobb nigga