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[Intro] Black mob Black mob [Verse 1: KM.G] ??? Black mobster culture smooth like vultures We keep it hot, fat, not fresh off the line With a chopper for the chopper And the hunnids, it's still ride or die Willing to fuck with y'all, willing to buck your troll With the ball, it never falls Spin like Vin at the mall Nigga, I'm talking thousands See the homies wear the Rolex in the mix Flushed the coke tanks, came out the bathroom certain Absolute and lovely, had a nigga like Swerven But not bitches ain't shit I'm not a trigger G.C.C., I'm chipped up, and my homies is stripped up Niggas can't see the only thing I kick It's somе hell of a dick, with the deep penеtration That's some hell of a bomb conversation, for that ass [Hook] You see, we bring the funk like George and Nelly People get shook when we bobbin' it We never shook, cause we checkin' it Knock it loose, cause we back again I represent the crew, but they don't do what you gon' do When we come through Black mob I represent the crew, but they don't do what you gon' do When we come through Black mob [Verse 2: Cold 187um] Now I get my deep cock tips, about three or four clips Got a flosser on 17-inch whips I'm about to kick, till I die it's West Coast Palm trees, bad bitches, and hundred spokes I'm breakin' bread with my kinfolk, stay in the flow Tryna flip in this right way, ain't like flippin' yayo As I roll through the city of tone-ups, I get big respect From Inglewood to the Joined Down projects From Pomona all the way to I.E Niggas know I'm real, and strictly concrete So why you playin' hatin' on the low-low? I'm suckin' cheddar, pullin' up With your baby mama on my nuts I give a fuck I hit that ass up Westworld, black mob, O.G.'s big Bitch, I used to serve big fish, just to feed my fam Now I bust up for some goddamn money [Hook] [Verse 3: Safecracka] What's the new plan? See the bucket pulls down with the black Superman I love our new fans, and don't hit me to hand Now what's crackin'? It's the new way of mackin' West coast hoes get on the phone, and let me know Shake that ass, it's all I ask And when you're backstage pass, on your knees Yo, you know the sound like we at the flea's, huh You might get the keys to the car, and the keys to the house We takin' on North, just can't get no money for a little second Your mama's sayin' they keepin' bad company Time for you to go home, I done had it too long, huh And don't forget to phone home West side world, what's crack? West side world, what's crack? [Hook]