Steady Mobbin' - Ice Cube

Police, eat a dick straight up Look here you little god damn nigger, your not gafflin nobody

You fuckin understand me

(kick his ass)

That’s right, get down on the god damn ground now

Fuckin move now

(Let me take a shot at him)

We’re gonna do you like King

What god damn King

Rodney King, Martin Luther King

and all the other god damn King’s from Africa

Look out motherfucker

God damn, 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 motherfuckers that’s known

to break em off somethin, give it to me

Four or five niggaz in a mothership

Better known as a goose and we all wanna smother shit

Bent, front and back glass 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 fuck a bitch

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

Bitch, cause I’m steady mobbin

Bustin caps in the mix

Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six

Cause I’m gettin major

Fuck 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

Niggaz get mad, tempers are flarin

cause they got a few bitches starin

Just for the nappy heads

But scandalous bitches, 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

Bitch 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 motherfucker

Greasy-ass lips, now I gots to take a shit

Saw Sir Jinx bailin'

When I hit a left, I moved felon, 'Whattup loc?'

Don’t you know that niggaz get smoked

That take they life for a joke, get in nigga

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 tr&s

But hoes lickin us like st&s

One fool brought the music for the yams

But Ice Cube had more &s, get in bitch

Cause I had the jam on And I don’t want to hear shit about a t&on

Give me the nappy and make me happy

The hoe said 'Pappy could you slap me on the ass hard and fast

and could please try not to leave a gash?'

I said yeah, but I don’t play sex

When I’m putting on the latex

Slipped on the condom

Fucked around and dropped the bomb son

And it came out sort of like confetti

In for the night, no longer steady mobbin