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(feat. Freddie Gibbs) [Hook: x8] Hanging, mobbing, posted up, chillin [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] Man life ain't no fairytale you better learn that very well If you go to jail it's no calls on the celly-cell Before me, there was a rapper named Melly mel After him, it was a rapper named Elly L My nigga doing 8 years with no baily bail He won't get to see his daughter till she barely twelve Cold game, I be pricing them gold rings I went in for a charm and came back with the whole thing No games call me by my codename Clayton Crenshaw then re-runs of soul train Propane, chop hoes like lo mein I know some cute thick white girls in Spokane Hanging, mobbing, posted up, chillin Dranking, robbing, smoking, or killin Banging, squabbing, most of 'em children That's five little niggas in the front of every building [Hook x8] [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] SongtexteMuthafucka I be hanging, mobbin Fingers twisted gang banging, robbin Stick up at the gas station or two elevens at the liquor store Ask them Popo bout that gangsta Gibbs bet them niggas know Serving dope at dope man nights uh Never trust a bitch that's why I fuck with the lights on Tryna justify the way I live but it's quite wrong Headed for the clink, won't sleep a wink 'til this white gone Swishers to the face in Granny's basement that's the chill spot Bought a pound from Ray on thirty three now that's the kill spot So I say we mass up on niggas and go take it all Got me shaking yay around my way cause that's the way we ball Serving is a ritual, drug scale digital Niggas shot the Chevy up and missed me but my homie off in critical So I guess these niggas get wet cause I ain't finished I go out to be a straight up menace and I be hanging [Hook x8] Aus Songtexte Mania