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Letra de Mobbin' (Gang Affiliated)
<p>[Verse 1: Mr. Solo]<br/>Let me start wit' my intro<br/>A young brother from south central<br/>Snatched outta gangs, let me break you off my info<br/>A young criminal, got in contact wit' the spiritual<br/>A couple of years ago, but you don't hear me though<br/>Christ came alive and the old me got smoked<br/>He broke all the yokes, and I'm still loc<br/>I know it's tricky seein' a Christian bell in dickie's<br/>But I never stop bangin'<br/>Just changed my gang and<br/>I gotta stomp in my gangsta boots<br/>'Cause the boys in the hood wouldn't hear me in a silk suit<br/>No lights, No cameras, just gimme some action wit' a fat groove<br/>While Solo creeps like a thief on a jack move<br/>What's the information on my gang affiliation?<br/>My Bible's in my waist and<br/>It's no colors on a brother 'cause my rag's gone<br/>But I'm still loc, so I gotta get my sag on (so)<br/>Don't trip, when you see me in a pulpit<br/>It's like I'm strapped wit' a mac and a full clip<br/>I pull quick, when God anoints<br/>And if my Bible's a gun, you catchin' verses like a hollow point<br/>'Cause Mr. Solo's in the house wit' a gangsta walk<br/>That's how the gangstas stalk, Tizzalkin gangsta talk<br/>'Cause as a youngsta in LA bein' brought up<br/>Doin' anything thought up, 'cause I was caught up<br/>Like the rapture, note that my mind was fractured<br/>'Cause the system and the ways of my neighborhood was backwards<br/>They called me cool when I blasted a 380<br/>Then Jesus saved me, now they call me crazy<br/>But I'm smarter, I comes a little harder<br/>Pack a .9 for those thinkin' of makin' me a martyr<br/>Me wrestle gainst the flesh, I'm not sayin' that<br/>But runnin' up on me, Devil I ain't playin' that<br/>(Huh) You heard about my crew and tried to clown<br/>But, forget the tapes I'm in yo face<br/>So now what, I'm mobbin'<br/>[Chorus:]<br/>Mobbin wit' the gangstas<br/>Mobbin wit' the gangstas<br/>Mobbin wit' the gangstas<br/>Mobbin wit' the gangstas<br/><br/>[Verse 2: Chilly Chill]<br/>So what now, do you need Chilly Chill to show you how<br/>Wit my buck, Bing, Rat a tat, Pow style<br/>I got a bone to pick, and it's on like this<br/>'Cause when I spit, It's like a brick and I'll stone ya quick<br/>I gets illa could you feel a ex-drug deala<br/>I spray the word on Beelzebub like it's bug killa<br/>I thought you knew to respect my crew<br/>Ya should've known, you was comin' short tryin' to check a true<br/>I thought I had to pack when I heard ya rap<br/>But the gangsta brings the gospel so the Word's my strap<br/>I pray day and night when I'm in the cut<br/>But I'm sick of brothers frontin' tryin' to hit me up<br/>No fear here loc, so come real wit' me<br/>'Cause even if I was a trip, ya couldn't deal wit' me<br/>(So, come chill wit' me) Chilly Chill is steady chillin'<br/>Fulfillin' God's will and like a Florida orange cap, steady peelin'<br/>Wit' the word that you heard, my Bible's like a mausberg<br/>And by the damage that occured, by the young G<br/>Now true to the cross G, I once was a lost nut<br/>But now I'm just a found nut<br/>So now what, I'm mobbin'<br/>[Chorus]<br/>Mobbin wit' the gangstas<br/>Mobbin wit' the gangstas<br/>Mobbin wit' the gangstas<br/>Mobbin wit' the gangstas<br/><br/>[Verse 3: Tik Tokk]<br/>Tik Tokk is on the creep, y'all peeps how I roll<br/>Not for the lac, or the snaps fo yo soul<br/>I flow it well, cast out devils when I show and tell<br/>I plead the blood, it never fails, Devil go to hell<br/>Day and night I'm in this gangsta life<br/>I got courted on wit' Christ now it's on, on sight<br/>Tik Tokk is my name and my claim to fame<br/>Livin' holy is a change but I'm still the same<br/>I'm a young G, followin' the O.G<br/>The Father, Spirit, Son, plus me so we 4 deep<br/>It's the maniac, Psycho, Lunatic, Loco<br/>Filled wit' truth (uh!), so peep game, on my vocals<br/>I got the devil in a chokehold<br/>From all night prayer, and I didn't have to pop no-doze<br/>I'm not a wimp, you'll never catch a hoodlum slip<br/>'Cause I walk by faith with a gangsta limp<br/>So don't attack man, 'cause I pack man, then I chomp 'em, and stomp 'em<br/>Gotta come loc, 'cause I'm from (Compton)<br/>Ready to smack up, beat the track up<br/>And for those who wanna act up<br/>[Mr. Solo:]<br/>You God bless us, better back up while the gangsta bring the gospel to the funk groove<br/>I can't turn my back on Christ, That's a punk move (OOOOH)<br/>I gots to come at y'all real<br/>I couldn't compromise and tell you lies for a record deal<br/>Now I tour the world without the girls and they tails out<br/>Still clockin' G's and we didn't have to sell out<br/>And just like 2Pac, you can't juice me for my louie or my gucci<br/>Never can catch me smoochie coochie<br/>I don't touch none of these hoochies<br/>I know it's kinda hard to bear this<br/>But the girls on my back and on my jock is on my prayer list<br/>So don't thrust wit' tha lust on ya butt<br/>You'll catch a shank to the gut, I'm out the cut<br/>My crew is 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Mobbin' (Gang Affiliated) es una canción de Gospel Gangstaz incluida en el álbum All Mixed Up, publicado en 1999. Tiene una duración de 04:25. Puedes escucharla online gratis dentro del catálogo de música cristiana de Sionfy y consultar su letra en esta misma página.