[Demo]We Mobin

We Mobin [INTRO] Yeah Fury323 We mobin' nigga (We mobin') Uh, yeah [HOOK] We mobin', we mobin', whole block on go (GO) 40 on my hip, can't slip, gotta keep that pole (Brrt) We rollin', we rollin', deep in enemy roads Red rag, black rag, we don't pick, we fold em both We mobin', we mobin', tires screechin' on the 110 (SKRRRT) City on my back, bitch I been the chosen one We mobin', we mobin', can't never go broke Fury gang pull up, yeah you know how we roll [VERSE 1] Bitch I’m from the town where they bang and they hustle, LA nights, can't lack, gotta clutch on the muscle Fury 323, put that shit on a muscle, 2 AM on Western, hear that engine rumble New blue strip, but the clip hang low, Curtis Jackson? Nah, I been a Game though Compton to South Central, let the pain show, Mama prayin' for me cause she know how the game go Niggas talk tough but they sweet like a danish, We pull up quiet, leave the scene vacant All my dawgs fed, we don't do no fake shit, If you ain't about business, then you can't hang with us Big 4-4 on me, that bitch stainless, Top floor views but I'm still in the basement, Crackin' off the rim, I been ballin' like Laker, Real L.A. nigga, put some respect on my name, bitch [HOOK] We mobin', we mobin', whole block on go (GO) 40 on my hip, can't slip, gotta keep that pole (Brrt) We rollin', we rollin', deep in enemy roads Red rag, black rag, we don't pick, we fold em both We mobin', we mobin', tires screechin' on the 110 (SKRRRT) City on my back, bitch I been the chosen one We mobin', we mobin', can't never go broke Fury gang pull up, yeah you know how we roll [VERSE 2] Uh, Fuck 12, fuck opps, fuck the middle man, Glock on my lap, do a nigga like quicksand Big body Benz truck, push to start, no key in hand, Been gettin' money since a jit, that was part of the plan Chain heavy, wrist froze, nigga look like winter, Big dog status, you just a lil' sprinter Talkin' gangsta on the net, we gon' pull up and spin ya, One phone call, 3 cars deep, nigga we gon' bend ya I don't sleep, I don't eat, I just hustle, Bitch bad, brown skin, ass bubble Pour a 4 of the Wock', in a Minute Maid double, Pour it up for the homies that we lost in the struggle Yeah we mobin' through the night till the sun up, Cali love, we don't die, we just come up, All this pain in my chest got me numb numb, But we still outside, nigga, we mobin' (We mobin') [HOOK / OUTRO] We mobin', we mobin', whole block on go (GO) 40 on my hip, can't slip, gotta keep that pole We rollin', we rollin', deep in enemy roads Red rag, black rag, we don't pick, we fold em both We mobin', we mobin', tires screechin' on the 110 City on my back, bitch I been the chosen one Fury323 nigga... we gone.