Bizzy Bone Menensky Mobbin Lyrics

Menensky Mobbin Lyrics

Menensky-muthaf**kin'-Tribe mobbin' on muthaf**kas. 

See, it's like the Menensky Mob, see, they used to be 

the ones who was 

fightin' the slave master, so the people didn't go on 

the boat, you know what I'm sayin'? [Shit, smoke. 

Can a black man get some 

paper up in this place, man?] B-L-A-C-K 

H-O-L-E. [But I'm a black man in a white man's 

world.] f**k this shit. 


Oh, Menensky [Menesky!] 

mobbin'. Menensky mobbin', nigga. 

Oh, Menensky [Menesky!] 

mobbin'. Menensky mobbin', nigga. 

Oh, Menensky [Menesky niggas around the 

muthaf**kin' world] mobbin'. Menensky mobbin', nigga. 


Oh, Menensky 

[Menensky!] mobbin'. 


Oh, Menesky mobbin', Watts niggas with problems. And 

the (..?..) thugs are from the projects, smokin' 

chronic with love with the 

gun in the glove, nigga 

run, nigga run, nigga run. 


Menensky mobbin' 

muthaf**ka! 


Menensky mobbin' muthaf**ka with Watts niggas in Cali 

ready to riot and rally around, quiet, brawlin' in my 

back door ready for 

warfare, declare like my Capo--Confuscious gettin' 

wacko and smokin' tabacco. Yeah my niggas with 

tatoos, a sack of crack, 

and I'll pat you down too. My voodoo with that flip 

flop flow, don't make me blast you. Right past you 

with the mask on., bit*h. 

Sippin' the passion, get it twisted mister 

bit*hafied. This introduction bustin'. I'm bumpin' 

properly, property of my poverty, God 

we need a job. Clock me in my Saab, Menesky 

mobbin', bobbin' and weavin', no prob. You niggas' 

sloppy, don't copy, get 

popped, nigga don't 

jock me--you're raw. 


Oh, Menensky 

mobbin'. 

[I'm tryin' to get high muthaf**ka'. You're 

over here trippin' and shit, man what the f**k's wrong 

with you?] 

Oh, Menensky 

mobbin'. 

Man, we mobbin' on niggas. 

You niggas can't f**k with me. 

Oh, Menesky mobbin', Watts niggas with problems. And 

the (..?..) thugs are from the projects, we smokin' 

chronic with love with 

the gun in the glove, 

nigga run, nigga run, nigga run. 


Hock my Benz. f**k a bit*h for the babies and 

Christmas gifts. When I'm lifted ridin' down the 

strip: same niggas, the same 

shit. Workin' the graveyard shift back on Brackland 

where the broads flipped like a movie, and my raw dogs 
 

trip in the line of 

duty. Look at the groupies, holler, holler, from the 

hoopties and my Lucciano's groovy. Judge and jury my 

movie confuse me with 

those other thugs on a high speed chase say, say 

don't swerve in the mud, and the tight weed taste like 

love. We thuggish in 

Columbus slums, suburbs, muthaf**ka word. Sift 

through my proberbs and I heard that we're rockin' up 

birds when out in Florida 

and California, New York, Little Pomona, 

shookin' soldiers, smokin' doja, composure suppose. 


Oh, Menensky 

mobbin'. 

[Menensky muthaf**kin' mobbin'. Watts 

niggas. With Watts with muthaf**kin' problems. 

C'mon, c'mon.] 

Oh, Menesky mobbin', Watts niggas with problems. 

And the (..?..) thugs are from the projects. Whoo! 

We're smokin' chronic 

with love and the gun in the 

glove, nigga run, nigga run, nigga run. 


Born to be fruitful, crushin' crucial, not the 

conflict, and b-b-b-bomb shit. I'm on the chronic 

chokin' bubonic, harmonic. Eyes 

blood-shot red, loc'd out like Eazy--he dead, 

surprise. f**k the Feds, f**k the bit*hes instead. 

Step in the bedroom, I'm about to 

get some head soon. She's wet in the womb. I'm 

kinda nast and mad at ya, but boom, it's till the sun 

up. What up, done up, shut 

up, it's all in the game, it shouldn't be painful. 

Well why the f**k I feel so much pain stressin' my 

brain? Let the train pass, look at 

the sky, play, laugh. With visions back in May on 

how I played dad. Don't say that and criticize 

yourself, I'm'a tell the truth, roof 

nigga from glock-glock, no truce, the punk enemies 

deadly. And shoot if you wanna. Smoke water, but you 

can die, bit*h, it's 

normal. Eventually your number's called through 

the portal and muthaf**ka fall. Here's a quarter to 

call your dogs. 


Oh, Menensky 

mobbin'. 

[Nigga, Menensky mobbin' 

world-muthaf**kin'-wide on these hoes. C'mon!] 

Oh, Menesky mobbin', Watts niggas with problems. 

And the (..?..) thugs are from the projects. Whoo! 

We're smokin' chronic 

with love and the gun in 

theglove, nigga run, nigga run, nigga run. 

[For sure. Menensky niggas mobbin' world wide. 

Are you down with the Menensky Tribe? Get ready for 

war.]