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On Our Grind - Big Pokey/Caretta
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Presidential roll deep and that's for sho
We got that M O B Style M O B Style
M O B Style M O B Sty-e-yle (yeah)
Keep quiet don't talk peep the fifth and chill
Bumping bout something you heard don't know if it's real
You don't like m but when you see me you showing your grill
Skinning and grinning for what do you know what it is
I got a face full of tears cause the game done scarred me
Niggas I lost right now I ain't the ni**a to cross
The bigger the balls more of the money bigger the boss
I wear the pants in the house and I call the shots
Keep my head to the sky when my well run dry
Treating my spits some of y'all know what I'm talking about
Some of y'all got it twisted around think it's a joke
Cold fix though we need some throw
Everybody on d**e trying to cope with life
Cause hold with Christ cause that's the one that wrote your life
Sometimes I don't sport my knife I just wear my cross
And if it's on then I'm for my routes
All my life I'mma beat these streets and stack my ends
All about my do' ain't got no friends
All my life still blinding hoes with glassy 4's
Presidential roll deep and that's fa sho all my life
Throw your hands in the air cause it's hard but it's fair
Nobody to turn to nobody don't really care
No hat with no hair when it's cold outside
And you alone outside a track with no square
I'm trying to get from A to Z
But my ride be tripping I don't think this ho gon make it to B
I know what these niggas waiting to see
A ni**a slip and fall it ain't no love I got a a clip for y'all
This for my niggas on the wall with a slash in they name
Holding it down I'm bout to leave a gash in the game
Got a license for my strap I ain't stashing the thang
On the block hot or cold plus the nastiest rain
What this cash game like don't earn it and burn it
It's discipline dog you gotta stack it and turn it
Burn your odors punching the clock
Earn your Rover 2K4 the game is over
All my life I'mma beat these streets and stack my ends
All about my do' ain't got no friends
All my life still blinding hoes with glassy 4's
Presidential roll deep and that's fa sho all my life
I'm a M O B ni**a and I love to ride
I-6-3-3-50 let's touch the sidewalk
I walk it like I talk it sometime I chill
Sometime I let go inside talk it
Some say located in the dirt
In the Tre my K bullets hit niggas in they vertebrae
Let em know what the Southern bout
It's them V-Dozens parked we holding the block
Stuff my crotch when I got in the Benz
Three quarter mink coat blocking the wind
Hard Ward hollering yo I got a twin
Six in the morning it's on again
Break back on the six tens Superbowl
Thinks he did but I did cruise control
Patience ni**a keep your grind
Move more d**e than a Nino Brown
They think we broke ho we gon shine
M-O-B Style low in the mind
All my life I'mma beat these streets and stack my ends
All about my do' ain't got no friends
All my life still blinding hoes with glassy 4's
Presidential roll deep and that's fa sho all my life
Presidential baby M O B Style baby
Yeah yeah