Rollin' Wit The Lench Mob Songtext / Lyric

You can't fuck with the criminal, rapping over gangsta shit

First I load the clip and then I make the hit

I know some of y'all can't fade this

Lench Mob niggas are the craziest



So you and your boys are ass-out

When I'm rollin' in a seven-deuce glass house

The Mob ain't nothing but a menace

When we get the motherfucking dog in us



Playing them old beats

I'm pouring out some of my beer for my homies

Ready to peel your cap

You can't believe 'Faces of Death' on wax



Some say the Mob ain't positive

Man, fuck that shit 'cause I got to live

How I live and you could either give a fuck punk

Yo or get your ass bucked






Some rappers are Heaven-sent

But Self-Destruction don't pay the fucking rent

So you can either sell dope or get your ass a job

I'd rather roll it wit the Lench Mob



To be down with the Mob is simple

Mind your own, you want a spot find your own

And take mine if you're badder than the strong man

I do the right thing, I do the wrong thing



Do anything 'cause I ain't faking the scene

It's all about how much bacon you bring

And if you see something from the gat, I will stuff it

Yo, you ain't seen nothing



'Cause if you testify, you're living blind

'Cause in the city you live and let die

Rolling with the fools, One Time can't beat

On my knees in the street, interlock my hands and feet



He said, "I know you" I said, "You might

My name is Ice Cube, I did a song you didn't like"

So he soaked me up like Bounty

Had to do a week in the county



A piece of cake it was just like a party

'Cause in the county you know everybody

No, I didn't kill or steal or rob

Locked up for what 'cause I'm rollin' wit the Lench Mob



If you know a female that's rollin' with the Lench Mob

Watch your step 'cause the gat is kept

In the purse like my homegirl, Yoyo

You gotta be down and you can't be a hoe, no



'Cause if you are, I'll be the first one to bust you out

After my crew I'll be the first one to rush you out

Get the picture or bitch

You'll get the eighty-six



If she wanna try and mix

Business and pleasure make up your own mind

You gotta be a hoe on your own time

Don't sleep 'cause even on a solo creep



Yo the Mob is still deep

And we'll play ya just like a nit-wit

You thought you got with the crew you can't get with

So get the noose ready for the lynching



Now 235 is what I'm benching

But nowadays it's still not enough

I got something guaranteed to stop the bum rush

Give me the gat, step back and watch me do the job

Rolling with the motherfucking Lench Mob