Mobbin Through My Hood Lyrics by Tru

Mobbin Through My Hood Lyrics

    Mobbin thru my hood

    (master p)
    Uh huh, all y'all tru playaz get ya handz in the air
    Let's mobb, tru style, untouchable, check it out

    (chorus)
    Mobb'n thru da hood, 6 deep, hoo ridin' up to no good

    Mobb'n thru da hood, 6 deep, hoo ridin' up to no good

    (king george)
    Rollin thru richmond in my six-fo'
    Clockin the cash, rollin them vogues
    Called master p to get tha scoop
    Po-po's on my tail, got a gangsta flu
    I ain't goin back to tha staff of chief
    I stand a better chance holdin court on the streets
    Watch how i mash on this white chump
    Front back side 2 side on a speed bump
    I say,"gotta come n get me." with a 350
    Roar like a lion, high speed on a tipsy
    Straight to the highway, straight to the biway
    Six deep in the car goin sideways

    Chorus

    (silkk)
    I wanna mobb thru my hood, but i'm feelin kinda tipsy
    I see my future as a gypsy
    I see tha picture but it aint all clear
    But i know one thing, i'm not supposed to be here
    Tha phone rang, collect call from the city
    Seems c-murder told me to come get him, so you know i had to floss
    Almost got shortstopped by a cop, so i had to hide my glock
    Pull down my beanie, so he can't see me, disappear like a genie
    Cuz it's a everyday thangs where i hangs
    At the rich where i livez, at tha place where i slangs
    At mobb'n thru tha east bay, each day
    R-i-c-h-m-o-n-d, to tha ca
    Where tha playaz be hangin,
    But i can't ride slow cuz my hood
    Aint 9-0-2, 1 to tha 0.
    And i be puttin in work, mobb'n thru da hood,
    Have my deez spinnin like the earth (*3x fading*)

    Chorus

    (big ed)
    Comin up in the rich', rollin up through the darkness
    Grew up in this land where these killers be like heartless
    Ease on down tha yellow brick road
    I keep my nine cocked and ready to unload
    Cause all that they got luv for me
    Cash is more important than the ricm's
    Now as i flex and floss floss it and flex it
    Big ed keeps his eyes open in the intersection
    Let's see where your heart is at
    But mine is in right exact tha g-spot
    Cause i got the click that fools can't get
    But, can you feel me thru my illness and sickness
    My team is cali c, that makes it quick to handle my business
    If you wantsta deal with me, you gotsta deal wit 16 rounds ya see

    Chorus

    C-murder mobb'n thru da hood, a young g like me ballin
    Top down, i can hear them hoochies callin
    Wanna get with me, wanna do me
    But i ain't trippin so fire up the doobie
    I thank god, i'm not in a casket
    Just the other day, another brother got blasted
    Comin up, tryna get bigger
    But i ain't goin down, like mary j, i get richer

    Chorus

    Master p ya, master p, that tru click
    No limit records, mobb'n thru da hood
    Like that 500 scl
    Watch them vogue tires smoke fool..

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