Off Dat Mob – E-40: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

Off Dat Mob

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Utwór Off Dat Mob został wydany 17 listopada 2023 przez Heavy On The Grind ENT.6 (HT6) jako część albumu Rule of Thumb: Rule 1

Szczegóły utworu

AlbumRule of Thumb: Rule 1

Data wydania17 listopada 2023

WytwórniaHeavy On The Grind ENT.6 (HT6)

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

BPM77

PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Teledysk

Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS

E-40

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Earl T Stevens

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Roblo

Producer

Tekst Utworu

[Verse 1]

On another note, sippin' antidote, smokin' Turtle smoke, that exotic dope

Hella stoked in a custom coat with the beanie rolled, boss mode

Buffs on, chain on, courtside, game on

Crab legs, Thanh Long, mob shit, theme song

Big place, chess move, small circle, less fools

Figure eights, old schools, making slappers on Pro Tools

Being broke is old news, used to sip on cold brews

Hate come with the plate, big house behind the gate

People hustle, real estate, real ****, nothin' fake

Haters ain't got no vertebrae, lingo too hard to interpretate

Cold world, sick and dummy, folks get on that Fent' and turn to a zombie

My household wasn't like the Cosbys, grew up on spam, noodles, fried bologna

Used to sell that yayo, now my hands clean like Purell

Hammer and nail, dodgin' jail, graduated from that fishscale

Watch a snake, they'll turn on you, it could be a snake in your crew

Don't underestimate what they might do, real ones, you only get a few

[Chorus]

I grew up off of that mob

That mob, that mob, that mob, that mob

I come up under that mob

That mob, that mob, that mob, that mob

I grew up off of that mob

That mob, that mob, that mob, that mob

I come up under that mob

That mob, that mob, that mob (Uh), that mob

[Verse 2]

Soil child, I rarely smiled, I'll pull your card, I was young and wild

Mob style, my profile, I'd never tell if I was on trial

Large sums, large guns, all hunds, no ones

Reposado out the bottle, foldin' weed like a taco

First class flights, Bora Bora, beluga caviar, I'm a star

Used to rock crumbs in a mayonnaise jar, now I make drinks that you can buy at the store

Cava disses, Marley locs, swingin' figure eights and slingshots

Content around the clock, bringin' in checks off TikTok

Colored weed, Avatar, animated like Pixar

Rideshare, Uber Black, they pick me up in a big car

Always perkin', I'm a people person, I be socializin', but I'm always workin'

Goin' Toby like LeVar Burton, stay thumpered up, never know who lurkin'

Kingpin, team winnin', at a rooftop party goin' big lemon

Cherry gelato, Mango Moscato, no bustdown hoes, just clean women

Cali boy, I'ma scream it out, rep the West without a doubt

Fuck the fame, fuck the clout, far as mob music, it's been a drought

[Chorus]

I grew up off of that mob

That mob, that mob, that mob, that mob

I come up under that mob

That mob, that mob, that mob, that mob

I grew up off of that mob

That mob, that mob, that mob, that mob

I come up under that mob

That mob, that mob, that mob, that mob, bitch

Written by: Earl T Stevens, Earl T Stevens Sr., Robert Da Man Mixon

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