E-40

E-40 - Sinister Mob lyrics

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[Nate Dogg] 

I don't know if you don't, but I know 

Whenever the wind blows 

I be chasin all of my cheese 

Think I'm lyin? Silly ne-gro please 

My niggaz is out to get rich 

Better watch out man, cause they sick 

Somebody better get this dick 

I'm about to get Sic'Wid dis shit 

Although them niggaz is tight as tight as me they never will be 

So what some niggaz is famous man some niggaz is out for they G's 

Some niggaz is lovin hookers man some niggaz send hoes to they knees 

Some niggaz will rescue a bitch 

some skanless niggaz'll let the hoe bleed 



[Chorus 2X: Nate Dogg] 

If you gon' ride nigga go'n ride (zzzzoom) 

If you gon' hide nigga go'n hide (witcho' bitch-ass) 

If you gon' shoot nigga go'n shoot (doo doo doo doo doo doo) 

If you gon' spook nigga go'n spook 



[E-40] 

The cherries, sirens, got me layin, po-po penelopes make 

noises, throughout the night, bring the yellow tape 

They so, lost, bodies bagged up 

Streets, blocked off, victims AIRlifted up 

Lieutenants, bosses, block monsters, kingpins 

Funkin, beefin, killin they best friends 

And to prevent bloodshed we used to try to reason 

But right now it's a drought, and ain't nobody eatin 

So therefo' (therefo') there the problem right there 

Ain't no jobs provided, so I'ma blame the mayor 

Sinister mob, throughout the town 

Y'all grew up on this shit, y'all love the sound 

Y'all threw up on the shit, all on the tar 

Got you twisted with the shit, dang near wreck yo' momma's car 

Dirty needles, welfare checks 

Poverty, despair, housin projects 



[Chorus] 



[E-40] 

Smeb with me, and Nate Dogg 

M.D. 20/20 see that them breathin alcohol 

Took a 40 to the head with me 

Eightball, let your anger out, throw it up against the wall 

{*glass breaks*} I dropped a C-note, didn't miss it 

A little skank from the other side picked it up and kisses it like 

{*smooch*} Good luck, you deserve it and you makin it 

Even though, my boyfriend n them be hatin it 

I'm a top hat, them cats is mouses 

I sport ice, cost mo' than niggaz houses 

I'm nothing close to bein fake 

I tried to tell them tricks a long time ago to get in this rap game 

but it's too late 

I'm on my way to my (where) studio session 

Switchin ears, tryin to get a better reception 

Changin gears, super size 

Poppin wheelies in my, brand new ride 



[Chorus] 



[E-40] 

Glow in the dark night vision, solar ray tinted glass 

Power heated side through mirrors, ?? back airbags 

Off the new with the stump 

My Cadillac DTS Deville 32 valve ain't no punk 

Get up outta here some ol' jacklin and square 

hollered adjitudes and ate the gravel 

I said I ain't no mark-ass any ol' rapper 

Potnah I was built for battlin 

And about all that ol' jaw-jackin you doin potnah I ain't playin 

You get your head put on flat, think it's a game 

I got choppers done fucked with jelly jaws 

Screwed a few, bitches in my car 

A temper problem, I can't hide 

Issues, violence, problems deep inside 



[Nate Dogg] 

Although them niggaz is tight as tight as me they never will be 

So what some niggaz is famous man some niggaz is out for they G's 

Some niggaz is lovin hookers man some niggaz send hoes to they knees 

Some niggaz will rescue a bitch 

some skanless niggaz'll let the hoe bleed 



[Chorus] - 1.5X
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