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PERFORMING ARTISTS
El Boogie Master
El Boogie Master
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jaron Ainsworth
Jaron Ainsworth
Songwriter
Yusef Yachanan
Yusef Yachanan
Songwriter
Terrance Stephens
Terrance Stephens
Songwriter

Texty

Listen up, motherfuckers
Listen up, motherfuckers
Out of this world and doin' the fuck I do
You know how it is, representin' in the house
It's your boy Kidd, the K.I. triple up
Got em livin, diggin
And this is how I do it, I'm simply representin
In a position to keep it comin
Dumpin' on suckas who be thankin
They was gettin' wit, me and baby Kane
Ain't you bitchin, we on a mission
Ditchin' and comin' with so much ammunition
Shootin' game, it's hard to think
That we can come less, representin' the Northwest
Put somethin' for your chest, keep it pumpin
I'm Mr. Put it on somethin, don't think I can't do it
Makin' somethin' from nothin, I spit it straight fluid
I had this bitch tryna do good
But this bitch was not from the fuckin hood
I told the bitch how to do it and she didn't do
But the bitch want to act like a fuckin' fool
I told the bitch go ahead and get that fuckin' money quick
So we can go ahead dip on this shit and get a fit
But the bitch was dumb and I said bitch you can't come
What the fuck is wrong with your pussy
This shit make me numb
Cause **** ain't fuckin' with you bitches
We got the pushin' to it, we got the pushin' to it
Yeah, this that mobdout music
Straight to your ears so you know that we here
We got the pushin' to it em, we got the pushin' to it em
We got the pushin' to it em, we got the pushin' to it em
Fuck this, gangs on the block with a Glock
I'm trippin' nonstop, call the cops on the block
Bitch, what you wanna do, you wanna watch
All I wanna do is get that chatter
Bitch, be better, give a fuck about the ****
Wanna talk that shit, check the weather
Fuck you, bitch, get this shit, get my grip real quick
Cause I ain't playin, Baby Kane, I'm bout to trip
It's your boy TKC
Representin' like I do, ridin' the beat
Push it on repeat, you can't delete
And **** can't compete
Whenever I speak, I reach those
They can't compete, so you're representin' no
This your boy, the Dark Prince of P.O
Droppin' these motherfuckin' rhymes all the time
That hurt and blaze your motherfuckin' mind
I'm a hustler, and I'm lookin' for some costumers
Put it down like I want what you want with us
Give it up, it's mobdout fasheezy
Game off the hezzy, boy, please believe me
Yeah, it's just like that
And even better as a matter of fact
Fuckin' with me, tryna get that shit, give you cavity
Use a hoe in the game, lame, use a bitch at the same time
Thought I told you, bitch, cause you can't fuckin' with mine
So I moved on, and I got my groove on
I got these new thangs, they're comin' through
These new thangs, they just check me, man
All day with an AK, got that shit my way
Wanna fuck with a bitch, wanna talk that shit
****, give it my way, like this
It's for you and y'all
Been doin' this shit all across the World
This is mobdout music
By now, you stupid motherfuckers should get used to it
We droppin' games, it's all the same
Me and Baby Kane, we do our thang
It's a mobdout 503 thang
They thought we fuckin' around
We buckin' them down
Got these suckas duckin' these rounds
It's like this and like that
That and like this
When me and Baby Kane is in the mix
It's like, shit
You should've stopped where we was goin
This is how we doin, movin' fast and ain't slowin
They ain't knowin, so we gon' keep it poppin
Representin' for my thugs, that be mob'n
Keep it hustlin, ****
We some hustlers, ****
We some hustlers, ****
Written by: Jaron Ainsworth, Terrance Stephens, Yusef Yachanan

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