Unnaground Bay shit
Malcolm D. Moore
>yeah, g, too easy for me too
>anyways, check this tight azz East O mobbin style shit out
>I pulls a 187 wit da 5deuce mob an'
>shoot' em in da fucken head, cuzz he's a slob an'
>blown out the dome now theres no brains inside
>m'fucka claimin red ya fits ta die
>jumped on the bay bridge, headed straight for the V
>in my droptop Lac, iz the Mack, Heavy G
>My pockets stay phat cuzz I be slangin them Keys
>Rollin a clean azz El-dog wit dem Vogues and D's
>See if da niggaz in da V is finna start some funk
>Straigh ta the bck of my lac, as i pops the trunk
>ya know i ain'tz got no guns, juss the tons of beats
>for the juice i gots the Zeus bumpin' down the streets
>Mobbin' down Georgia , see my bitches at Hogan
>Then iz back on da I-80 headed straight for East Oakland
>Call me captain save a hoe- ay, yo ya gots ta be jokin'
>Tanqueray's what I'm drankin, chewy blunts i'm smokin.
>Leanin to the side wit my arm out da window
>throwin up a deuce sign, lit a joint of that indo
>cuzz I be 5deuce mobbin, never robbin a bank
>juss chillin the hood wit a gang of dank
>yeah, fools, some of that crazy bay area mobbin azz shit
>Zeus's, Zaps, Vogues and triple gold thangs in this beeeatch.
>Iz all about the playahz in the 9quad- playin them hoes and rollin on Vogues
>Catch me in the cuts, fool, cuzz I gots my shit spinnin
>much props ta all the bay- late cuzz
>Heavy G
while these lyrix are aight and all, i been readin up on this bard guy
talkin smack about rap...and when i read these lyrix i see we're kinda
provin his point.
-mr. hoodrat
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Malcolm D. Moore * BioData MIS * mal...@biodata.com * md...@netcom.com
"from city to city, valley to valley, ain't any other state on hit like Cali!"
"well damn, Short, if it wasn't for earthquakes, rampant crime
and a lifeless economy, i'd agree witcha." - me