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Mob Rules Coast To Coast

was right in time Those were the years when people stood so close to god Coast to coast Where water flows into neptune's sacred ground Coast to coast

here in california, nigga We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother fuckers. We do our job. You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob Ain'

force to the face Teflons to the vest now r-uh-rest Pull a plug on a flat line no p-uh-ulse, one nigga less One nigga less, from coast to coast, to the

here in California, nigga We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother fuckers. We do our job. You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob

in Richmond At the Hotel Savoy But I got out the Laundry Chute And went to Chicago, Illinois I'm the Last of the Independants Yeah, they're searching coast to coast

that dub up, three 6'll "tear da club up" There's no way to describe how tash'll fuck yo' mug up Chorus: lv Movin around from coast to coast

the fuckin floor damn, hollow points to flesh tears through the teflon vest Now r-uh-rest Pull a plug on a flatline over those, one nigga less One nigga less, from coast to coast

here in California, nigga We warned ya' We'll bomb on you mother fuckers. We do our job. You think you the mob, nigga, we the mother fuckin' mob Ain'

shit, Frewrecktifying all the time Tray Deee, Tray Deee such a way G call him Tray G Now what chou gonna be about that? Eastsidaz, West Coast, Dogg Pound