the days that im gettin High (thoes the only days that im feelin fine) the days that i that i seem to be gettin by, are the days that im gettin High
the days that I'm gettin' high (those the only days that I'm feeling fine) The days that I, that I seem to be gettin' by Are the days that I'm gettin' high
Ain't about the (uh) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching. Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling Wanna make the world dance, Forget about the Price Tag. [B.O.B] Yeah
nigga love your hood But reconize and it's all good, where the weed at? Niggaz gettin shermed out Snoop Dogg in this muhfucka perved out, M.O.B. Big Suge
And hope niggaz got punished Kidnapped, jacked in the back with macs to they neck Rappers waitin to get done in Backtalkin - we tossed his ass out M.O.B
t a freak [2X] G-R-O-U-P-I-E Told me that she ain't a freak [2X] You was kinda high matienence to me Want my paper but you'll let my partner sleep
[Chingy] Yeah, G.I.B. Get it boys [Chorus] I don’t know what y’all about to do But I’m about to hit the streets with my crew And, Keep Clubbin’ Quit
I don't think he know) Fake playa (Fake playa) Scared I'll take ya lady Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real) [Verse 2:] G.I.B. we keep
An' go get us a couple hizzles You dizzles Yeah with Muggs What it is SEN DOOOOOOOOOOG! Keep it real gangster Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say? [B-Real
-n-c-h m-o-b, and y’all disgrace the c-p-t. Cuz you’re gettin’ fucked out your green by a white boy, With no vaseline... [refrain] (l.l. sample: "now you’re gettin
that bump Never been questioned by the F.B.I Although I've tried every method just to get high L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on And O.E. bitch is what I
m on fire hey Cuz it's the B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K L-Y-N is the place where I stay The B-the-R-the-O-the-O-K Best in the world and all USA It's the
thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O. Fuck bitches on the reg'
it hanging Pac-Man? I seem to amaze, as well as advance I'm so far ahead I gotta save the last dance. (Chorus) (Verse 3) Get it straight like panters I enhance, M.O.B
Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a big fairy tale that's my M.O. Fuck bitches
party track I'm cold lampin But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin You thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin
me I'll be buried alive, the mic will dig me back up To tall for lust, I bend these bitches when I fuck Chorus (2x) Muthafuckin' m.o.b you ain't seen
flex with the flow I drop bombs Young gudda money bags, thats what they callin me Shittin on you boys like im sittin on the toilet seat Why M.O.B. we
