Mobbin' (Gang Affiliated)

Текст песни Gospel Gangstaz - Mobbin' (Gang Affiliated)

[Verse 1: Mr. Solo]
Let me start wit' my intro
A young brother from south central
Snatched outta gangs, let me break you off my info
A young criminal, got in contact wit' the spiritual
A couple of years ago, but you don't hear me though
Christ came alive and the old me got smoked
He broke all the yokes, and I'm still loc
I know it's tricky seein' a Christian bell in dickie's
But I never stop bangin'
Just changed my gang and
I gotta stomp in my gangsta boots
'Cause the boys in the hood wouldn't hear me in a silk suit
No lights, No cameras, just gimme some action wit' a fat groove
While Solo creeps like a thief on a jack move
What's the information on my gang affiliation?
My Bible's in my waist and
It's no colors on a brother 'cause my rag's gone
But I'm still loc, so I gotta get my sag on (so)
Don't trip, when you see me in a pulpit
It's like I'm strapped wit' a mac and a full clip
I pull quick, when God anoints
And if my Bible's a gun, you catchin' verses like a hollow point
'Cause Mr. Solo's in the house wit' a gangsta walk
That's how the gangstas stalk, Tizzalkin gangsta talk
'Cause as a youngsta in LA bein' brought up
Doin' anything thought up, 'cause I was caught up
Like the rapture, note that my mind was fractured
'Cause the system and the ways of my neighborhood was backwards
They called me cool when I blasted a 380
Then Jesus saved me, now they call me crazy
But I'm smarter, I comes a little harder
Pack a .9 for those thinkin' of makin' me a martyr
Me wrestle gainst the flesh, I'm not sayin' that
But runnin' up on me, Devil I ain't playin' that
(Huh) You heard about my crew and tried to clown
But, forget the tapes I'm in yo face
So now what, I'm mobbin'
[Chorus:]
Mobbin wit' the gangstas
Mobbin wit' the gangstas
Mobbin wit' the gangstas
Mobbin wit' the gangstas

[Verse 2: Chilly Chill]
So what now, do you need Chilly Chill to show you how
Wit my buck, Bing, Rat a tat, Pow style
I got a bone to pick, and it's on like this
'Cause when I spit, It's like a brick and I'll stone ya quick
I gets illa could you feel a ex-drug deala
I spray the word on Beelzebub like it's bug killa
I thought you knew to respect my crew
Ya should've known, you was comin' short tryin' to check a true
I thought I had to pack when I heard ya rap
But the gangsta brings the gospel so the Word's my strap
I pray day and night when I'm in the cut
But I'm sick of brothers frontin' tryin' to hit me up
No fear here loc, so come real wit' me
'Cause even if I was a trip, ya couldn't deal wit' me
(So, come chill wit' me) Chilly Chill is steady chillin'
Fulfillin' God's will and like a Florida orange cap, steady peelin'
Wit' the word that you heard, my Bible's like a mausberg
And by the damage that occured, by the young G
Now true to the cross G, I once was a lost nut
But now I'm just a found nut
So now what, I'm mobbin'
[Chorus]
Mobbin wit' the gangstas
Mobbin wit' the gangstas
Mobbin wit' the gangstas
Mobbin wit' the gangstas

[Verse 3: Tik Tokk]
Tik Tokk is on the creep, y'all peeps how I roll
Not for the lac, or the snaps fo yo soul
I flow it well, cast out devils when I show and tell
I plead the blood, it never fails, Devil go to hell
Day and night I'm in this gangsta life
I got courted on wit' Christ now it's on, on sight
Tik Tokk is my name and my claim to fame
Livin' holy is a change but I'm still the same
I'm a young G, followin' the O.G
The Father, Spirit, Son, plus me so we 4 deep
It's the maniac, Psycho, Lunatic, Loco
Filled wit' truth (uh!), so peep game, on my vocals
I got the devil in a chokehold
From all night prayer, and I didn't have to pop no-doze
I'm not a wimp, you'll never catch a hoodlum slip
'Cause I walk by faith with a gangsta limp
So don't attack man, 'cause I pack man, then I chomp 'em, and stomp 'em
Gotta come loc, 'cause I'm from (Compton)
Ready to smack up, beat the track up
And for those who wanna act up
[Mr. Solo:]
You God bless us, better back up while the gangsta bring the gospel to the funk groove
I can't turn my back on Christ, That's a punk move (OOOOH)
I gots to come at y'all real
I couldn't compromise and tell you lies for a record deal
Now I tour the world without the girls and they tails out
Still clockin' G's and we didn't have to sell out
And just like 2Pac, you can't juice me for my louie or my gucci
Never can catch me smoochie coochie
I don't touch none of these hoochies
I know it's kinda hard to bear this
But the girls on my back and on my jock is on my prayer list
So don't thrust wit' tha lust on ya butt
You'll catch a shank to the gut, I'm out the cut
My crew is straight mobbin'

[Chorus]
Mobbin wit' the gangstas
Mobbin wit' the gangstas
Mobbin wit' the gangstas
Mobbin wit' the gangstas
Mobbin wit' the gangstas
Mobbin wit' the gangstas
Mobbin wit' the gangstas
Mobbin wit' the gangstas
Mobbin wit' the gangstas
Mobbin wit' the gangstas
Mobbin wit' the gangstas
Mobbin wit' the gangstas
Mobbin wit' the gangstas