steady mobbin lyrics – ice cube

(c’mon g)
[jd] police, eat a d*ck straight up
look here you little god d*mn n*gg*r, your not gafflin n*body
you f*ckin understand me
(kick his *ss)
that’s right, get down on the god d*mn ground now
f*ckin move now
(let me take a shot at him)
we’re gonna do you like king
[jd] what god d*mn king
rodney king, martin luther king
and all the other god d*mn king’s from africa
[jd] look out motherf*cker
*gun shots*

[ice cube]
god d*mn, the bigger the cap the bigger the peelin
and when dealin with the lench mob you gots to know
steady mobbin is not just the name of this jam, but a way of life
bound together by motherf*ckers that’s known
to break em off somethin, give it to me

four or five n*gg*z in a mothership
better known as a goose and we all wanna smother sh*t
bent, front and back gl*ss got tint
tryin to get our hands on some dollars and cents
and fools can’t hold us
every chance we get, we hittin up the rollers
comin up short of the green guys
and i might start slangin bean pies
or the bootleg t-shirt of the month
with “u can’t touch this” on the front
i’m bout to get rich
cause life ain’t nuttin but money and f*ck a b*tch
they drop like dominoes
and if you didn’t know, ice cube got drama hoes
so after the screwin
i bust a nut and get up and put on my white ewings
i’m out the do’
all you might get is a rubber on the floor
cause i’m ready to hit the road like mario andretti
b*tch, cause i’m steady mobbin

bustin caps in the mix
rather be judged by twelve than carried by six
cause i’m gettin major
f*ck pac tel, move to sky pager
told all my friends
don’t drink 8 ball, cause st. ide’s is givin ends
fools get drunk and wanna compete
slapboxin in the street
n*gg*z get mad, tempers are flarin
cause they got a few b*tches starin
just for the nappy heads
but scandalous b*tches, make for happy feds
i’m making my duty to cuss em
out, cause i just don’t trust em
and if you tell on me i’m bombin on betty
b*tch shoulda known i was steady mobbin

since one-time so hot
got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the glock
and i’m rollin on rims
eating soul food, and neckbones from m&m’s
grumblin like a motherf*cker
greasy-*ss lips, now i gots to take a sh*t
saw sir jinx bailin’
when i hit a left, i moved felon, ‘whattup loc?’
don’t you know that n*gg*z get smoked
that take they life for a joke, get in n*gg*
i take you to the pad zoom
went to mom’s house and dropped a load in the bathroom
jumped back in my low rider
comin out feelin about ten pounds lighter
went to bone’s house so i can get the gat
looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at
lench mob ain’t nuttin but tramps
but hoes lickin us like stamps
one fool brought the music for the yams
but ice cube had more amps, get in b*tch
cause i had the jam on
and i don’t want to hear sh*t about a tampon
give me the nappy and make me happy
the hoe said ‘pappy could you slap me
on the *ss hard and fast
and could please try not to leave a gash?’
i said yeah, but i don’t play s*x
when i’m putting on the latex
slipped on the condom
f*cked around and dropped the bomb son
and it came out sort of like confetti
in for the night, no longer steady mobbin

/ ice cube lyrics