[Intro: E-40]
Biatch!
Biatch!
E-40 in this mothafucka
What's happen-in-in-in
Yo, I'm fuckin' wit ya mane
Bring that shit in, I want to do some of that mob shit right quick

ProHoeZak music

This the original mob shit n***a
Biatch!

[Verse 1: E-40]
In there, out there, let my hair down, even though I ain't got no hair (Got no hair)
I'm liable to run up in your bitch bare (Bare)
Outer spaced it, drinkin' and stressed out (Stressed out)
Can't make no money if you're funkin' in a drought (In a drought)
Mob music (Mob music)
It's my music (It's my music)
Pull up on a mothafucka and draw down on his ass if you
The west coast, northern California, boss talk (Boss talk)
Play me false, let a shark run up on a dolphin (On a dolphin)
Yeah, "Real n***a", that's what they yellin' man (They yellin' man)
You'd rather shoot, but he'd rather fight you with his hands
Full of that liquor (Full of that liquor)
Out of my wits
Higher than the Big Dipper (Big Dipper)
Rollin' up a spliff (Rollin' up a spliff)
Pockets fatter than a pregnant chick, whiskeyed and tipsy (Whiskeyed and tipsy)
Seven-six-twos for my rival and enemy (Rival and enemy)
You got me all the way mothafuckin', fucked up (Fucked up)
Me and my n***as we be always cuttin' up (Cuttin' up)
[Chorus: ProHoeZak]
Why you lookin' at us crazy
Do you want problems? (Do you want problems?)
Little scary ass n***a, will fuck around and rob you (Will fuck around and rob you)
Yeah, we come from the place where the bullets be poppin' (Where the bullets be poppin')
'Cause everywhere we go, we be straight mobbin'

[Verse 2: ProHoeZak]
I post on the block with my thing in my lap
And my goons, they be strapped, when we out on the tap
We be makin' them snaps, when it's time to get stacks
If you ain't from around here, you just might get jacked
You just might get jacked? You just might get jacked
So when you see us comin', you better step back
Baby, yeah, call your homies, we 'bout to attack
We got guns, we got knives, we got chains, we got bats
We got hitters, real killers from front to the back
My n***as, straight hitters, all hoodies and black
Pull triggers, go-getters, we always stay strapped
Get rid of, all haters who want to be bad
So you can run up if you want to
'Less you want them goons all on you

[Chorus: ProHoeZak]
Why you lookin' at us crazy
Do you want problems? (Do you want problems?)
Little scary ass n***a, will fuck around and rob you (Will fuck around and rob you)
Yeah, we come from the place where the bullets be poppin' (Where the bullets be poppin')
'Cause everywhere we go, we be straight mobbin'
[Verse 3: Handsome Fatt]
With A-K-forty-sevens, Tec-nines and deuce-fives
Sell anything under the sun to survive
Goons on deck, we're trappin', gettin' high
Movin' the bird, just watchin' time fly
Have you ever had somebody run up in your house? (What?)
With a ski mask on, with a gun up in your mouth
Tie your family up and put one up in your spouse
Now that's the real shit that I'm rappin' about
These rappers on a mission just to be the man
I'm tryin' to feed the fam, sell another kilogram
Of this raw and uncut, dope music
Pistol in my pants and I know how to use it
[?] man, I don't got to prove it
You can hear it in my talk, to see how I'm movin'
This that Pro-pro collaboration
E-40 on the track, now that's cultivation

[Chorus: ProHoeZak]
Why you lookin' at us crazy
Do you want problems? (Do you want problems?)
Little scary ass n***a, will fuck around and rob you (Will fuck around and rob you)
Yeah, we come from the place where the bullets be poppin' (Where the bullets be poppin')
'Cause everywhere we go, we be straight mobbin'