One More Gen Lyrics

One More Gen lyrics

I'm tryin to hear some of that MOBB 

 Make it sound like a gorilla tryin to get up out the trunk 

 (Yeah, well let's get this shit crackin then) 

 Super duper super duper, trunk rattlin 

 (That's what I'm talkin 'bout) 

 Old school, in the basement 

 (Some shit for the fuckin trunk nigga) 

 Magazine Street, Hillside type 

 (This is what we do, all day like this nigga!) 

 Mobb shit now! 

 (Get this shit crackin den nigga!) 

 It's a drought on 

 (Fuck now!) 

  

 BEOTCH! 

 What you holla?  What you say?  What dey know? 

 What dey know about this, so what dey know? 

 What dey know about this, so what dey know? 

 BEOTCH!  Now... 

 Strictly mobb, strictly mobb 

  

 I might be rich and I rap, but sheeeyit 

 A hundred dollars worth of food stamps for $45 dollars 

 Nigga fat, I wasn't fin' to bite on that 

 I stay on stuff, fuck a cup, I likes to drink out the bottle 

 Mix Gordon's Gin with Donald Duck ? secure my novel 

 When, I was fifteen years old 

 Straight dope game, I was told 

 I had them hoes stealin clothes for me, boostin and sellin they body 

 Nigga that's how it's supposed to be By Nature cause I'm Naughty Naughty 

 La-Di-Da-Di, we likes to pull triggers 

 We do cows travels and we, dump on niggaz 

 Yeah, I'm Just a Hustler, remember that?  Mr. Flamboyant 1989 

 Down and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, D-Shot the Shot Caller 

 My little sista Suga T Sprinkle Me on the money motivated mission 

 Tryin to have it In a Major Way after I was on the late night grind 

 Strapped with nines and Desert Eagles, me and my weeples 

 come deeper than them skinny bitches, crept on us not too long ago 

 Sold our Lexuses and went back to the Cutlass Supreme 

 Buster demand they Zima's and forked toes 

 Starwise, with the helicopter knockoffs 

 My down South thugs call em elbows, turnin heads 

 with the personalized license plates with the tremendous bump 

 Fuckin they nose, fakin them domes 

 Breakin and shakin the neighborhood up, disturbin homes 

 Ridin on rims *tires peeling out* 

 Reyimmms, slidin through stopsigns, just like them action films 

 Watch me no cost to pay off my speeding tickets and fines 

 Giving myself up to the Elroy's 

 Doing time on the weekends, all up in the county writin rhymes 

 It's just some shit, some shit that you can ride to 

 Some shit, some shit for you to smoke to 

 Some shit, some shit that you can fuck to 

 Some shit, some shit I can relate to 

  

 Chorus: 

  

 It's just some shit, some shit that you can ride to 

 Some shit, some shit for you to smoke to 

 Some shit, some shit that you can fuck to 

 Some shit, some shit I can relate to 

 It's just some shit that you can listen to, one mo' gen 

 Make you stop at the liquor sto', and purchase some gin 

 Some shit to make a nigga Practice Lookin Hard 

 Some shit for all my folkers on the Boulevard 

  

 It's traditional, heavy ass shit for the mobb 

 I got more bass in my rock, than Third Eye Blind 

 Forty-Wata-Wata main don't tell me you gonna resign 

 It's too rilly folkers dude you in your prime! 

 I said -- no not me, I won't stop 

 I'ma do it for my nigga Tupac 

 Sober see, that can't be 

 I been pervin all day since six o'clock 

 I pull a bootch like a bad tooth 

 with the cheapest EconoLodge a nigga like me can find 

 Drop her ass off out in the middle of nowhere next to a phone booth 

 stranded freezin to death... empty handed can it 

 Stubborn hella hard to reason with 

 It's game orienfested, let me explain it 

 I know they say that I been, givin up too much game 

 But I'ma teach ya how to blossom with my new invention 

 You might wanna pay attention 

 I used to sell Kirby vacumn cleaners but I wasn't a punk 

 I worked at Mickey D's (what did you make) a Boy of the Month 

 Livin above my means -- motherfucker that's a bald-faced lie 

 Po-po's raid, I got an alibi 

 Shot my first video for $20 bucks, motherfucker 

 Some cheap shit, very ass grade America 

 Mean Green hooked me up down South 

 Made a name for myself by word of mouth 

  

 Chorus 

  

 Hah... oh what dey know? 

 Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know? 

 Oh what dey know about this, oh what dey know? 

 BEOTCH!! 

  

 Hella.. 

 The board of weebleizations up in this motherfucker 

 The board of weebleizations 

 Head Above Water productions 

 Collaborated with my motherfuckin nigga, Sam Bosstigili 

 Professor Bosstigili up on this bitch ass motherfuckin track 

 Fuckin they nose up like this 

 Where that nigga Sojourn at, whattup boy? 

  

 Chorus 

  

 BEOTCH!  With this here, we mobbin out 

 We mobbin out, Suga T (ay whassup gurl?) 

 D-Shot (D-Shot ???) 

 B-Legit up in this motherfucker (Yo E-Feezee main!) 

 Young Muggzy, Keveo (YOU, KNOW!) 

 Tap that ass Celly Cel (Whassup, whassup nigga!) 

 My nigga Big Bone Tyrone (Big Buddha!!) 

 D-Day from A-1 

 They doin it like that down they bitch ass 

 The Resevoir HOGGS up in this motherfucker! 

 (All day smashin) 

 There go Max and that nigga Parlay 

 LeVitti the R&B singer on they bitch ass 

 gonna fuck they nose with that mobb shit 

 Fuckin they head like that 

 My little young cousin Mac Mall up in this bitch 

 from the V-Town nigga I thought you thought all the time 

 up in they, bitch ass tall can B (Sic-Wid-It nigga!) 

 Cousin C-Bo 

 That nigga Otis and Shug singin 

 "I hope I don't go back to slangin llello" on they bitch ass 

 Cousin Lil Bruce, Mac Shon 

 That nigga K-1, Gino 

 Smitty, The Funk Mobb up in this bitch ass motherfucker 

 Fuckin they heads up like this 

 V-Town nigga Millersville I thought you thought 

 (Uh-huh) 

 Yeah my cousins nigga Down n Dirty 

 Kamikaze and the Mobb Unit bitch 

 I thought THEY THOUGHT!! 

 .. 

 BEOTCH