It's the Mobb, M O B B We can't be touched can't you see? (G-Unit) You do you man me I'm 'gon do my thang (You I do my thang) I'm a get my drink on and party like it's
Trust me man okay bounce with me in slow mo' When they hear the kid in the it's like oh no 50 got 'em locin' again, they again Got 'em sippin' on juice and gin
You could find me in the background burnin' backwood Stylin' and stuntin' my two step frontin' Now I'm a tell you Em told me homey Just lose the parental discretion's advised this is grown music
Now blend in with me, as I proceed to it down always off the chain man when I'm around I play the bumpin', it was all for the dough I get the club jumpin', 'cause I'm sick with
You it's sold out, like wherever I go I jam packed the man that's fo' sho' I got the you already know Man I get it poppin' in the club show me love let's go
You know, I got it takes To the club go outta control Quit playin' turn the up a little bit Bounce with me now shorty get into it
You know, I got what it To make the go outta control Quit turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now let's get into it
You wanna search me than me but hurry up 'cause I'm thirsty I that, grind in my system P, on my side twistin' In club today for the chick to go ways Let me see that ID for proof with the drink till the burn is gone
Hit the dance floor like a scene from porn it pop, make me sign a disclaimer Try to get me on some pop shit these chicks frame you But, in any event, keep fuckin' 50 it make cents
Cents, into them dollars, the wanna holla But you lookin' at a that done came from the squalla Now my so gone I can pop ya collar Now follow nothin let me see you swallow
In my crib got the co-ed back the new In the club them liquor of the wise I'm starvin' So much green gettin' twisted like Botanical go
You know, I got what it To the club go outta control Quit playin' turn the music up a bit Bounce with me now shorty get into it
You know, I got what it To make the club go outta playin' turn the music up a little bit Bounce with me now homey get into it
You already how it go I bang I shine I play, I stay, I'm goin' for I'm young, I'm black, I'm and yes I'm ghetto than the project steps
I'm I'm calm you lookin' real stressed I'm strapped I'm armed kid hold head I'm known for Gat poppin', I got problems I run, I just gun you all up
But we ain't come here to no drama We just lookin' for our baby mamas With money with face with and body I cook I clean I swear that
Just as long as you go off and tell nobody I go down low, I'm lyin', I'm my best to let you know Sugar pop get at P, The Doc Make it to get 'em in the bed sheets
You know, I got what it To the club go outta control Quit playin' turn the music up a bit with me now shorty let's get into it
You know, I got what it To the club go outta control Quit turn the music up a little bit Bounce me now homey let's get into it